#so for someone to make a new oc and make them pretty similar? | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

akoyaxs · 2 years ago

Text

˚༄ Tìyora Pt 1

༊ Aonung x Fem!Sully!Reader ༊ Enemies to Lovers ༊ 4.4k words Warnings: competitive violence, bet, kuru pulling, p in v, reader hates Aonung THIS WILL BE A SERIES!!!! *Note that reader is practically Neytiri's twin, like mother like daughter. I chose this photo bc when writing I like picturing an OC or different face in my mind, and this one looks different enough from Neytiri's other scenes, but similar enough that reader has all the good Sully genes*

──────⊱⁜⊰──────

It’s not like you’d never felt annoyance before. You had, of course. You couldn’t have survived your entire life with Lo’ak as your brother without having felt annoyed, trying to clean up his messed. You wouldn’t have survived your entire life without being annoyed by being berated by Neteyam for cleaning up your messes.

But now, you’re pissed the fuck off. It’s not just that you’d been held hostage by a stupid group of avatars, or that now you’d needed to leave your clan and fly a million miles to seek uturu in the fucking ocean, but it was the people.

Tsireya was a sweetie, Tonowari admired your bravery, and Ronal found your determination endearing (though she kept it to herself). But Aonung was a whole other story.

You could count on your five-fingered hand how many times you’d gone a minute in his presence without wanting to punch his smug stupid face. You could count with no fingers. Because you hadn’t gone a minute without wanting to punch him.

And now here you are, face to face with the fucking skxawng once again. There’d been several interactions like this. When Aonung and his ugly ass skxawng friends were teasing Kiri, you had been the first to throw fists, and the last to be dragged off. When Lo’ak had been left stranded by said skxawng and accomplices, you had come so close to murdering the next Olo’eyktan, several warriors had to drag you off.

You had grown quite the reputation in the week you’d lived in the reef. Furious, violent, unapproachable, dangerous, attentive. And of course, an excellent fighter. The thing was, the Metkayina had yet to see you fight, given that the instances you smacked the shit out of their precious little prince had been out of the public eye.

Which is probably why they’re now watching with bated breath and eyes wide as the moon as you circle the stupid skxawng around the Metkayina training grounds. It was Tonowari’s idea for you to start training with the warriors of your new clan. As he delicately put, it was a good way for you to let everything out without inflicting any damage for non-training reasons.

Across from you, Aonung shifts slightly, tilting his head cockily and gripping the spear in his hand more tightly. He looks determined; it wouldn’t be a great look if he lost to you in front of the whole clan, after being beat up by you twice.

You’re determined too, you guess. Not to prove yourself, no, it doesn’t make any difference to you what all these Metkayina think of you, not when you could fight them even easier than Aonung. But you want, just once more, to beat him.

You’re not completely sure why but beating him gives you this crazy thrill of pleasure. It probably has something to do with his annoyance and squirminess and coldness and sullenness. He’s embarrassed when you beat him, and it’s perfectly clear to you that Aonung isn’t someone who gets embarrassed easily.

You glance across at the watching Metkayina quickly. Tonowari and Ronal are watching expectantly, little smiles on their faces. Tsireya and Rotxo look slightly worried (bless their sweet little souls), but your siblings are watching with broad, confident grins on their faces. Lo’ak looks especially ready to watch you beat up Aonung again.

He makes the first move, the moment you glance at the onlookers. It was an anticipatable offence, and you step quickly aside, ducking under his swing. You move around behind him and kick his leg, bending it and sending him to his knees.

“You look so pretty on your knees,” you grin teasingly. “You should stay down.”

Aonung’s eyes narrow somewhat, obviously not taking kindly to your little taunts. It’s evident to everyone watching that this is just a little game for you, and you’re taking the opportunity to have some fun with their prince. Aonung seems more determined, and he growls and jolts forward.

He stabs his spear towards you, which you parry, slashing and spiralling, ducking and stabbing. Eventually, he tosses you to the side and your spear goes skittering away. You feel the audience sit up slightly, not expecting this to happen.

Aonung approaches slowly, a cocky little smile on his fishlips. You roll your eyes at his overconfidence, before ducking under the next stab so you’re pressed between his body and his spear, before ripping it from his grip and tossing it out of the circle.

He hisses with annoyance and makes to shove you away, but you’re already ducking under his legs and flipping him over your back. Groans come from the crowd as Aonung slams into the floor, but you hear a delighted whoop from Lo’ak, followed by Kiri stifling a laugh and Neteyam shushing them both.

Aonung clambers to his feet and you crouch a little lower. His eyes are blazing now, looking absolutely furious. A shiver of anticipation runs through you as he tilts his head, eyes narrowing to icy slits. Finally.

“Going to actually fight now?” you ask, smiling tantalisingly, tauntingly. You weren’t really expecting an actual fight, any real competition, but this is even better than the fun little tussle you’d anticipated. With the way he’s looking at you, you just know he’s ready. He’s furious and humiliated and he’s dangerous.

You trail the circle, eyes fixed on one another. You wait, unhurried and unworried, so he gives in and makes the first move again. This time he goes for your legs, and you leap over him, pushing his shoulders down so he stumbles and you roll to the ground and spring up again.

You exchange punches and kicks, and he doesn't hold back. He tackles you to the ground and jabs his elbow at your gut. He’s strong, very strong, and there’s a moment where you realise you forgot to factor in just how stupidly, ridiculously tall and muscular the infuriating skxawng is. You jab him back with your elbow, and he grunts before pinning you down with one arm, his other hand closing around your throat.

The warriors, your friends and your family are watching with bated breath as you struggle under him for a moment, eyes flicking in wide fascination between your twisting form trapped underneath his. You can feel the pressure of their gazes, and the thought that they think he might actually win is more than you can bear.

“Kinky,” you manage to whisper, throat starting to ache under his grip. His face twists for a moment, which you don’t pause to read before you move your knee up to smack him in the groin. You roll over him, legs wrapping around his neck and squeezing his head between his thighs.

“You’re one to talk,” he grunts, trying to shove your legs apart. You tighten your legs together around him, and he gasps.

“Go on,” you breathe, looking down at Aonung, between your legs, face filled with frustration, hands scrabbling at your thighs. He doesn’t say anything. Everyone’s watching expectantly, and you reach down to tug his head back further by his kuru, neck trapped between your legs.

The moment your fingers close around his kuru, he hisses. You glare at each other for a moment, his eyes blazing with frustration, your own eyes a clear message: give up.

“Fine,” he hisses, trying to twist away from you.

“Louder,” you snap, tugging his kuru harder, and he growls.

“I give up!” he explodes.

For a moment, you just stay like that, the crowd watching silently as you stare down at his irate face. And then, with movements that even to yourself feel like they’re in slow motion, you let go of his kuru and open your legs, Aonung toppling onto the floor between them.

Then Ronal is standing up, Tonowari is smiling, and Lo’ak is cheering. The crowd follow, smiling and applauding and grinning at one another. Amidst it all, Aonung has clambered to his feet, ears pinned back against his face and face bitter.

“I hope this has settled things between the two of you,” Tonowari says, as everyone starts to finally fuck off out of the training grounds and back to the village, chattering excitedly and shooting glances back towards you all.

He looks between the pair of you expectantly. You’re both slightly flushed from the fight. Aonung still looks ashamed and frustrated, tail flicking agitatedly behind him, absentmindedly and violently drawing in the sand with his toes. You just avoid eye contact, and Tonowari sighs.

He signs to his son, who scowls and signs back. They continue in this way for a minute, exchanging what is clearly a heated debate in the unspoken language you have yet to learn properly, while you stand on the side and wonder absentmindedly if you’ve been dismissed. Just as you’re about to try and slip away, Tonowari clears his throat and you freeze.

“The two of you will train together,” he says in a voice that makes it clear it isn’t up for debate. Aonung tries anyway, clearly protesting in their signed language, and you wait with a frown on your face. “It is decided. I’ll leave you too to sort out your… differences.”

Aonung glares after his father, and you fold your arms. Finally, he turns towards you, eyes blazing with irritation. You glare at each other in silence for a few moments.

“What’s your problem with me?” Aonung says bluntly, finally breaking the tense quiet.

“What’s my problem?” you hiss, brows raising in disbelief, eyes narrowing conversely.

“Yes,” he scoffs. “That’s what I just said, isn’t it? Are you deaf, as well as a freak-”

“Are you serious right now,” you cut him off, swallowing hotly before your fist accidentally slips and he ends up with a broken nose. “Are you really doing this again, after I just rocked your skxawng ass in front of your whole clan?”

Aonung scoffs again, eyes narrowing as well, and you take a step in, not in the least intimidated he’s a good foot taller. Or by the way he straightens to glare back from his full height, waiting impatiently for you to speak your mind. You’re quite impressed with yourself that you’re only now about to insult him; it’s been a good minute long since you last did.

“Fine,” you concede. “You’re entitled. You’re rude. You don’t give a single fuck for anybody but yourself. You are the most close-minded person I ever met, and I’ve been held at gunpoint by artificially revived humans. You are so egotistical you clearly think the world revolves around you. You except us to sit back while you taunt and ridicule us, you picked on my siblings for the hell of it then had the nerve to act surprised when I fought you over it. You think you deserve everything you deserve everything because you have it, but I promise you this; you are so much less important than you believe.”

Aonung blinks slightly. You don’t step back, and when he exhales shakily and his rage flares up again, you stand your fucking ground as he steps in as well.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he growls, glaring down at you.

“And what are you, then?” you snap. “Entitled prince of the clan. Who gets whatever he likes. Who can’t handle me calling him out on what he actually is.”

Aonung hisses, and you suddenly find yourself inches away from him. It takes you a moment to realise he’s dragged you there by your kuru, neck tilted dangerously back so you can still make eye contact with him when this close given your stupid fucking height difference.

He’s breathing heavily, eyes blazing. You’re breathing heavily too, eyes wide as you stare back at him. It’s less of a glare now, you’re just waiting to see what he’s going to do. When he realises you aren’t fighting back for once, not pulling away from him, his pupils widen to large black slits, eyes still narrowed and blazing.

And you stay like that. Neither of you move. Neither of you dare too. Neither of you can guess what the other will do. You half expect him to toss you away, or maybe cuss you out. He’s one hundred percent sure you’re seconds away from cursing him out and certain violence.

“What are you doing?” you whisper. It doesn’t come out as you meant it, nowhere near as warning, as fierce, as dangerous. Because this is. It is dangerous.

Dangerous to be this close. Dangerous for you to be thinking what you’re suddenly thinking. Dangerous of him to be holding you this close.

With a small shiver, you realise he’s still holding your kuru in his fisted hand, your body so close to his that when you breathe, your chests nearly brush. You try not to swallow; there’s no way you’re going to let him see how dry your throat suddenly is.

His eyes are roving over your face, which he still holds facing up towards him with his grip on your kuru, tilted so far to keep him in your sight that your throat is tight, and your heart is pounding slightly. Because of the pressure on your throat, because you can’t breathe. Obviously.

Your question hangs in the air. Silent. Aonung doesn’t answer. You can feel his breath fanning across your neck. It’s hot and heavy and you try your best not to make another sound, to make sure he can’t feel how hot and heavy your breath is suddenly feeling.

It never struck you how sensitive a kuru is, but when he pulls you closer by another inch, you feel your whole body tense. Your pupils blow wide and to your horror, you moan. It’s soft, breathy, and you pray to Eywa it was soundless, that it was just some horrific, mortifying figment of your imagination summoned by the oddness of your situation. Even more shamefully, there’s an undeniable twist in your heart, and a certain wetness in your loincloth at the tug of your sensitive kuru.

But then Aonung squeezes his eyes shut, breathing deeply. With his eyes closed, you quickly let your eyes dart over him. You’ve never seen him this tense, not when fighting him, not when shouting at him, not even when you had to wait for Lo’ak to be found when left at Three Brothers Rock.

Every muscle in his neck is tensed, jaw clenching tightly, throat bobbing and chest moving with each strained breath. With another surge of your heart, your eyes drop to the rippling muscles of his arms and shoulder. His veins are evident in those smooth teal arms as he grips your kuru. Then he’s looking at you, eyes opening and instantly falling into your own. They’re dark, not just by his pupils blown wide as the fucking moon, but something deeper, darker, hungrier that has your heart clenching.

You breathe like that for a moment, eyes wide and gazing at each other, hearts hammering and breath heavy, before he wrenches his gaze from yours and quickly lets go of your kuru. And then, your heart stops hammering and your annoyance is rushing back and you forget that strange, infuriating rush from before.

“What was that?” you growl, pulling your kuru back and scowling at him.

Aonung just swallows, still avoiding your gaze and shifting slightly, and you look down. Immediately, your gaze darts up to his slightly flushed face, which looks mortified and frustrated now.

“You fucking hypocrite,” you breathe, eyes wide. “Taunting us, teasing us, when you are hard just by hearing me moan.” Aonung flushes deeper, and you scoff.

“Do you get like this when Kiri shouts at you?” you ask derisively. “Or even when Neteyam gets mad? Or is it just me that has this effect on you?”

Aonung’s glower is answer enough, and your eyes widen further, mouth parting in shock.

“Shut it,” he hisses, shifting again in an attempt to hide himself, and you laugh.

“Are you serious?” you deride. “What happened to me being a repulsive hideous freak? Or do you secretly like that- getting shouted at by a foreigner? Do you like it when I’m mean to you, Aonung?”

“I said shut it freak,” Aonung growls, though you don’t at all miss the way the tent in his tewng seems to grow as you trail closer.

“What do you want then?” you ask, raising your brows. “Surely it’s not above the prince to ask for help, if he really isn’t an entitled brat.”

“As if you would be any use,” Aonung snarls. “As if a freak like you could make me cum.”

“Oh?” you say with narrowed eyes, stepping closer. Aonung blinks, stepping back. He’s reluctant to stay so close to you, you realise. Which is fair, given that last time you were inches apart was what made him hard in the first place. “Do you want me to moan again for you, that seems to do the job well enough.”

You shoot a pointed look at his still growing bulge, and he pauses.

“I have my doubts though,” you say tiredly, trying to hide your amusement. “I don’t think a fishlipped brat like you would be able to make me moan anyway.”

“Is that a challenge?” Aonung says.

“Was it?” you raise your brows. “I feel like I’ve already put in some effort, at least I’ve done something for you.”

“One final challenge,” Aonung says through gritted teeth. “Settle this once for all.”

You consider it. You, of course, had already proved yourself over and over again, proved yourself superior to this skxawng. But on the other hand, your tewng was still wet, and you have this massive, horny ass man in front of you, clearly desperate for anything, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Alright then,” you concede. “Because I’m not losing. I’m going to prove myself, you’re going to be eating your words, and then all will be good.”

“I do not understand eating your words,” Aonung says bluntly. “Is it some demon-”

His words are choked off when you reach out and press your palm into his bulge. A minute later, tewngs are disgarded, you find yourself pressed against the sand and he’s all over your body.

“You don’t need to,” you say quickly, when his fingers swipe along your slit. “I’m wet enough.” Aonung looks like he’s about to make some snarky comment, and you growl. “You’re going slower than my grandmother. I hope you’re-”

Suddenly you're lifted up and you're on your knees right there on the sand. You can feel Aonung's breath hot and heavy as he nips at your neck, folded over your much smaller, arched body and sliding your tewngs away with quick hands.

You feel yourself being stretched open, small stings of pain shooting through you as you drop your forehead to the sand. You sink your teeth into your lip, determined not to make any noise. This is different to before, bent completely over with your face pillowed against the ground.

“Alright princess,” he says snarkily, pausing for a moment, buried deep inside you. His voice sounds shaky.

“Thought you’d be bigger,” you lie, scrunching your face up as you try to adjust to his size. Aonung just lets out a deep, amused laugh, before pulling out to the tip and pressing down on your back to arch you further down.

When he starts to move, it completely knocks your breath out, so you're left gasping for air you never manage to catch as he thrusts again. His grip on your waist is bordering on strangling, yet you find yourself unconsciously following him, pulling yourself back to meet each one of your thrusts with a choked moan.

His sudden roughness and hunger and desire is startling. So this is what it's like when he's unrestrained, hot and animalistic, rutting fast and hard, pushing you into a further arch while his sharp teeth nip at the back of your neck and shoulders.

Eywa, if he’d worked this hard, this determinedly, this fiercely whenever you fought, maybe you’d actually have respect for him.

It's starting to get too much, the coil in your stomach growing too close too soon, and your moans are starting to border on lewd whines and whimpers as you sink your teeth into the flesh of your arms. You're clutching the ground for dear damn life, arms attempting to pillow your face as your whole body rocks forward with each rough, almost ruthless thrust.

Pearls of blood are collecting from where your fangs are sunk into your smooth skin, but you ignore it, much rathering the pain than Aonung having the satisfaction of knowing how long you’d be without it. Aonung too, is tense behind you. You can sense the effort he goes to keeping quiet.

It’s a fucking game, pretending neither is impressed by the other, when he’s punching every breath out of you with deep thrusts, and each clench of your walls around him is about to drive him insane. You’re both close, and you both know it, given the way he’s twitching inside you, and you’re fluttering around him.

“Go on then,” you groan through gritted teeth. “I promise, I’ll be gracious about my win.”

“You wish,” he huffs, but you can feel him twitch inside of you. Each rock of his hips knocks every breath, every thought out of you until your heart is pounding in rhythm with each increasingly rough, deep, animalistic thrust of his cock rutting between your legs.

You just bury your face deeper into your arms, hoping that they'll be enough to hide the moans knocked out of you with each of his deep thrusts. He has you pinned firmly beneath him, yet it feels snug and comforting despite the pain of his grip. It feels like he's fucking everything into you, even his scent, so each thrust is enveloping you in his warm, tropical smell.

And with a surge of panic, you feel that familiar heat to growing again, and by the way Aonung is hissing and groaning and burying his face in your neck, you can tell he’s close too. With a final chance to finish this, you’re suddenly rolling over and pushing him back against the sand.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting to see from Aonung; you had no idea what he looked like when you were ass up with your face half buried in the sand. But you certainly weren’t expecting those blue eyes dark and wide and hungry, his lips to be parted in a silent gasp.

His hands fall straight to your hips, slowly rocking you on him. You stare the whole time. With narrowed eyes and shallowed breaths, it’s all a challenge. And you’re determined to win.

“Go on,” you hiss, attempting to grin down at Aonung despite your flushed face and hair spilling anywhere. He looks like he’s about to protest, and you know you have one move left to pull. You finally unsink your teeth from your lips and let it all out. The moment your moan rents the air, Aonung tenses below you. And when your head tips back and your back arches, you both know he’s a goner.

It never occurred to you, just how gentle he’d been, until he’s completely let go, allowed the crushing desire to overcome him. He's half thrusting up into you, half picking up and slamming down your body onto him. If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think you could hear him moaning your name.

You yelp as he speeds up now, brutal and animalistic as the last tenterhooks of his final restraint snaps and he buries himself deep inside you. And finally, you can’t hold it any longer, flopping forward against his chest and doing your best to ride out your high.

“Holy shit,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to breathe properly. Aonung doesn’t reply, and when you look up, you find him inches away, staring blankly at you. You quickly scramble off him, snatching up your tewng and covering yourself up. You try your best to ignore the come dripping between your legs, or the flush on your face. “I won.”

Aonung’s face stills, back to his regular, blank stare, though you weren’t sure what you were even reading in it before.

“Yeah whatever,” he grumbles. “Still a freak.”

“A freak who had you fucking moaning my name,” you mutter under your breath, making sure you’re all covered up again. “And you are still an entitled, bratty, fishlipped sore loser.”

“Fuck off,” he grunts, smacking you hard with his tail, and you straighten up, glaring at him. He just glares straight back, both of your chests heaving as you still fight for breath, eyes narrowed and tails flicking agitatedly.

Finally, you just huff and turn, storming back along the beach away from the training grounds and Aonung, and back to the village and the marui you share with your family. You ignore their delight at your win in the fight; they have no idea what happened after, and you fully intend to keep it that way.

For some reason, you don’t feel as satisfied by your other win as you thought. It had been gratifying to watch as Aonung just completely lost control, and maybe you even enjoyed watching him lose his temper and toss and pull you around like you weighed nothing. You scowl and slump onto your sleeping mat.

Stupid skxawng, not admitting you won, when you both knew he was practically whimpering your name. The trouble was how difficult it had been for you not to do the same, moan out his name. And then there was the other trouble. That it had been nothing like you’d ever experienced, being stretched far further than ever before, him reaching places you didn’t even think were possible.

It was harder than anything. Harder than your iknimaya, harder than escaping Quaritch even. It was almost physically impossible, not to just collapse against him, not to moan your pleasure for Eywa to hear. And certainly not for Aonung to hear. If he knew how shaky you feel, how sore your legs are and how faint your head is, the stupid skxawng would never let you hear the end of it.

So you just slump back against your sleeping mat, trying not to think about how you have to train with him the next morning.

──────⊱⁜⊰──────

༊ Taglist: @hadesbabygurl @wavesarchive @kqlopsia @tadomikiku @ntymavtr @mommyanddadskiller @thehoneymushroomhealer @tsireyax @integers @tiyawnyana @whatevenisagrapefruit @oakbuggy @sunsetviper @blue-slxt @simplyawh0re Okay let me know if i forgot someone hope you pookie pies enjoyed 🙃

#aonung #aonung fanfiction #aonung x reader #aonung x female reader #avatar smut #aonung fic #avatar fanfiction #avatar fandom #avatar the way of water #avatar #enemies to lovers #rivals to lovers #slow burn

617 notes · View notes

najaemism · 6 months ago

Text

i think she knows! | karina x fem!oc

chapter 01: chemistry read

synopsis. march shim and karina yu had been compared and pitted against each other for years, and the media even dubbed them as rivals simply because their careers were slightly similar. their professional lives cross when they’re both casted as leads in a new series, sparks flying both onscreen and off.

(oh—and march also runs a secret stan account for karina.)

warnings. language, stans being dramatic, march being down bad

word count. 855 words

MONTH. march!

March smiles and thanks the second actress that she did a scene with, shaking her hand before she leaves the holding room where they’re doing the chemistry screening. As soon as the actress is out of the room, March’s smile falls as she lets the three—Wonwoo, Mingyu, and the casting director—discuss the chemistry read. She listens intently before her mind eventually starts to tune them out.

Her phone vibrates, and she notices that she’s been receiving notifications from the groupchat with her friends. Before she can go and check them, the assistant comes in to announce the last actress they’re doing the screening with, and March pockets her phone quickly before she stands up from her chair to greet the actress.

She puts on a smile as she turns around, and then—

Oh my fucking god.

“Ms. Karina Yu, this is March Shim. She’s going to be one of the leads of the show,” Wonwoo introduces them, smiling from his spot at the long table with the casting director and Mingyu.

March glances at them with wide eyes, as if asking for help. She then sends them a glare when she notices Mingyu trying not to laugh and Wonwoo’s lips twitching in amusement.

“March?”

Her glare immediately falls upon hearing Karina’s voice, her head quickly snapping to the other actress’ direction, looking at the older girl with her eyebrows raised.

Karina sends her a warm smile as she offers her a hand. “We met before in passing when you had a small scene in ‘Dreams Come True’, but I doubt you remember meeting me. I’m Karina Yu,” she introduces herself.

March feels like she’s malfunctioning—she’s so fucking pretty, how the fuck is someone this pretty? Of course I remember meeting her, how can someone forget meeting the Karina Yu—she takes a few seconds before she hears someone clear their throat (it was Mingyu, who is definitely going to give her shit for this later) and she snaps out of it, giving a shaky smile at Karina before accepting her hand and giving a firm shake.

“Nice to meet you, Karina—well, we… I know we met before. I remember you, I mean—” she lets out an awkward laugh and lightly shakes her head— “but yeah, hi, I’m—I’m March Shim,” she introduces in turn.

Oh, god, can the ground swallow me up whole now? she thinks to herself.

Karina chuckles, nodding at her before she pulls back her hand to to stand beside March—god, even her laugh sounds pretty… snap out of it March!

Mingyu starts speaking to Karina. “You can start anytime,” he says, making both actresses turn their heads to look at him. He offers them a reassuring smile. “Go on ahead.”

It takes only a few seconds before Karina’s reaching out to hold March’s wrist, and her eyes widen in surprise before she realizes that—oh, right… we’re starting. She puts her mind to the role that she’s supposed to be playing, and lets the scene roll out.

They both hear a click, signaling that the scene is over. March turns to look at the three people sitting at the long table, and she can’t quite make out what the expressions on their face mean. She sees them whisper among each other before scribbling something down, and then looking up to both of them.

The casting director smiles. “Thank you, Ms. Yu. We’ll be in touch with your team if you are selected for the role.”

Karina bows at them in respect and thanks them, before turning to look at March. “I’ll see you around, March.”

March's eyes widen for a fraction before smiling at her and nodding. “See you around, Karina,” she echoes her words before the girl waves goodbye at her and leaves the room.

There’s a few moments of silence before she snaps back from watching Karina leave and walks towards the long table. “Okay, I’m not being biased when I say that was the best among the three, right?” she asks.

Wonwoo chuckles. “I don’t know, Mara, we’ll have to talk about it,” he says.

“Wonwoo, come on, you know she’s perfect for the role,” March insists.

“She is right,” the casting director agrees, “and it helps that their chemistry is good.”

“We have chemistry?”

“It’s a chemistry reading,” Mingyu points out as he pushes her head with his pointer finger, letting out a laugh when she frowns up at him. “We’ll discuss it with the others tomorrow, and you’ll just find out when it’s announced, yeah?” he says, and the girl pouts before crossing her arms.

Wonwoo stands up and ruffles her hair as he smiles at her. “We’ll head to dinner, you wanna come with?” he asks, changing the topic.

“All I’ll do is convince you to cast Karina,” she says as if it’s a threat.

“I know,” he says, “shall we?”

March huffs and nods. Maybe she will end up convincing them with this dinner, or maybe, they have decided the moment the older actress entered the room and approached her to introduce herself to her.

PREV | MASTERLIST | NEXT

notes.

accidentally posted this earlier then unpublished it bc it's supposed to be for new year... but then i thought fuck it why not so here it is

i actually dont know what happens during chemistry reads, nor do i know how to write a script so pls dont attack me !? 😭 i just wanted to do the script thing for when they're acting out scenes from the show

also if u got confused with their roles in the show, march = rowan, karina = skye

my favorite part in writing celeb smaus are the tweets between the fans SO !!!! if u want to be a stan account for this smau, pls let me know!!!

also !!! taglist is still open !! 💌

taglist. @archivedmkl @yuyuy90 @linonyang @yjiminswallet @jaeyuuns @syronns @gtfoiydlyj

#karina x oc #karina smau #karina social media au #karina fluff #karina crack #karina angst #karina x reader #yu jimin #karina yu #aespa #aespa x reader #aespa x oc #aespa smau #social media au #smau #smau: i think she knows

76 notes · View notes

274th · 3 months ago

Text

Hi. You know what I wanna see in the new Tomodachi Life? Of course you do. I've been cooking this list for ten years.

Mii Customization

A makeup system similar to Miitopia's, if not the exact same one, is essential. While I personally still want my Miis to look like Miis, it feels pretty crucial to have those kinds of makeup options even for just Miis. Being able to share them is also a must. Bonus if we get tattoos.

It seems like we're getting new hairstyles, with an option to use an ombre gradient on them. I want them to go nuts. Different bangs options for certain hairstyles. Different ponytail/pigtail options. All kinds of different textures and styles. Anime-esque styles. Realistic styles. Textured hairstyles. Ahoge options like in Miitopia. Let me go apeshit.

Speaking of... Fantasy skintones. Customizable skintones, eye colors, and makeup colors. The skintones is a must for me, but I'm sure there are people out there who would LOVE to have that option too, to get their skintone just right, but also the skintones of their OCs and favorite characters.

Separated tops, bottoms, shoes, socks, hats, glasses, accessories, a la Miitomo, with more ability to customize their appearances. Bonus option: Allow people to make their own shirts and hoodies and such like in Animal Crossing, with a hub where you can share your creations with others. Bonus 2x if it uses the Miitopia makeup system and you can do all kinds of shapes.

Mii Personalities and Interactions

Traits a la Sims. The MBTI-based sliders were fine, but I want to mix and match traits, and I want those traits to mean something. I want those traits to heavily influence how a Mii reacts to situations, and not just influence their pose and funky things they say.

Memories. I want Miis to remember the fights they had, the good times and the bad (within reason), also like Sims. I want those memories to influence their relationships.

I need these motherfuckers to have cliques and friend groups and as complex of social lives as Nintendo can make them. I want to be able to make a graph of my Mii's relationships. And I want some influence over it, not just RNG. I personally don't want a TON of influence but I want some.

Yeah of course make them gay as shit. I'm not stupid of course I want gay Miis and queer Miis. I saw someone suggest opting out of relationships and babies and such and that's a damn fine idea too.

Not just traits, but preferences you can set. Likes the color red. Dislikes the smell of lemons. Loves horses. Dislikes corn. Likes goth clothes. Dislikes preppy outfits. Stuff like that.

Gameplay

I want to decorate each individual Mii apartment like in Animal Crossing. I want people to go apeshit nuts with furniture and whatnot. Complex builds. Some pre-determined rooms or room bases would be nice, and even just "you can put this thing in this room slot" would be fine too. Bonus if you can customize colors.

More group activities for Miis. More minigames and such. I actually haven't considered this one as much because I liked what we had and most of my desires are fine-tuning Miis, and we clearly already got it so the little guys can wander around outside.

But if they can wander outside I'd love more locations, more building types, more hangouts, more things to do.

Basically I need this to be the perfect ant farm of all the shit I like.

And that's a fairly complete list.

#cookie.txt #txt #tomodachi life #tomodachi ltd

42 notes · View notes

fafodill · 10 days ago

Note

How do you think Severus would react if someone was always watching him -- Like observing his every move, not with malice but with concern -- but didn't say much because they couldn't speak English and were afraid to be picked on as well due to a bad/similar past? They did anonymously sneak small treats into his pocket when they passed by him in the halls.

Like I have an oc who knew Severus since their Hogwarts days. They didn't speak to anyone because they couldn't speak English (though they could understand some words) and because before they moved to Britain they dealt with what Severus went through in their home country. But they did try to make him feel better by slipping a chocolate frog into his pocket robes when they passed by the halls to their classes for example.

I'm asking since I really like your deep dives when it comes to Severus and his potential moves/reactions and I'm curious to see what your take on this would be?

Thank you very much anon, I'll gladly do that! 💚

I'm assuming your OC was somewhat transferred during their studies? Because I imagine that if they started at 11 they'd be able to learn English in the following months/years. He won't react exactly in the same way if it's from the beginning but let's go for both options.

If it was since they both started Hogwarts, I think an 11yo Severus would find it odd and be a bit wary of them but not overall hostile. He's pretty new there himself, is surely a bit overwhelmed with the amount of socializing he needed to do (and adapt to, especially in Slytherin where the pureblood customs must be quite prevalent) but also work. I think he must have tried for friends for at least his first 1-2 years before giving up. Honestly if someone was silently watching him, even tho he knew they couldn't speak good English, I think he could have tried talking to them. I don't believe he was shy by any means - tho he could have been quite blunt and not super good at engaging conversation (remember his opening line with muggleborn Lily was smth like 'I know what you are! *whisper* You're a witch' which is adorably inadequate and dramatic). And he was already an oddball for many reasons and the ones who look the same tend to stick together so if your OC was quite isolated as well, a friendship could have developed early on even before the worst of the bullying happened.

I sometimes have my own oc be at Hogwarts at the same time as him and she also struggles with a lack of vocabulary and a terrible accent so I always imagined him as going into lecture mode and correcting her. But it would mostly be in later years since at the beginning he would still - like Lily - have a cockney dialect and accent. But could be cute if him and your OC worked on their 'proper' English together.

If it happened in the later years when the bullying was already quite present tho, he'd act like a cornered animal. By 15 I think he'd have developed an acute sense of people watching him (from the Maraudeurs but really everyone else too) and assume this is pity, mockery or downright animosity. Depending on his mood and the level of threat he'd either ignore them and hide behind his hair or glare and maybe verbally attack.

So I think he'd glare at your OC for a good while, thinking they're pitying him (so now what, even the foreigner is judging him?). He'd see they're not saying anything and with time he'd maybe realize there's nothing malicious in the way they stare. Which isn't better (well it clearly is but he'd be at a point where attention is always considered negative anyway). Like... what do they want?!

And then he'd find the little presents in his pockets.

And think it's pity. And hate it.

Or maybe it's cursed. So he'd toss it.

But at the same time it's hurting in his chest because a tiny tiny part of him maybe hopes they're not like everyone else... Maybe someone doesn't hate him or despise him just because he exists. But his heart has hardened and trusting anyone seems utopic now.

At one point I could see him coming up to them on a very bad day (maybe after being bullied by the Marauders and he's hiding somewhere and your OC followed him) and be like 'WHAT?! What's your fucking problem?!', spitting the words, eyes black in anger and humiliation, tears prickling at the corner of it because he's so furious.

And maybe they still won't say anything or try (I mean Severus must look very scary but also very like a wounded animal). Maybe they will give him something else, trying to convey with gesture or with their eyes and the little words they manage to sputter through the fear that they just care.

It would be nearly impossible for him to accept but at the same time he'd want to believe it so bad.

Could be a very cute and emotional scene.

And maybe after that if they tried to sit not to far away from him he'd let them. And maybe they'd keep on gifting him food and stuff. Or send him gentle looks when people snickers around him. And maybe he'd let them sit beside him at one point. And maybe they could start slowly hanging around each other. Slowly. He'd teach them more English, not looking at them too much because their eyes are so big and expressive and he doesn't know how to handle it. And maybe he'd start having a friend.

And maybe they'd go to Hogsmeade together once. And maybe-

#severus snape #hp #snape fandom #pro severus snape #pro snape #severus snape fandom #snape community #ask answered #oc #observing #foreigner

30 notes · View notes

oceangirl24 · 4 months ago

Text

Fandom drama finally over (next chapter on the way).

Well, this month has been surreal.

For those of you who have been following me for a while you know I have dealt with plagiarism and harassment by a fandom writer since October of 2022- exactly twenty years after I posted the first chapter of AiP on FFN.

Totally gone.

Everything has been deleted everywhere.

The name has been scrubbed, even on pages that tagged her. Only a few gift fics on FFN and a few stories on WhoFic.com remain.

Gone like she never existed.

I've held off saying anything in case it was a just a dream, but it's real.

She is gone!

It's over.

Finally!

I cannot tell you what a massive relief this is.

I have never named her publicly through all of this, although I know some of you figured out who it was.

MrsFizzle. Kaylie Night.

I never shared the extent of what went on for several reasons, but mostly because I knew my socials were being watched and I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that what she was doing was so badly affecting my physical and mental health.

I was already dealing with a severe bout of depression and anxiety when she contacted me on FFN in October 2022. At that time, I did not have any socials linked to my FF accounts other than my art account on FFN. I was just getting back into fandom and hadn't decided how I wanted to engage yet. We had been talking in comments on AO3, and instead of asking me if I wanted to talk privately, she just appeared in my dms saying she wanted to talk so she "found" me. This was disturbing, especially since she indicated she was aware I likely did not want to hear from her, but I brushed it off as anxiety talking. I had said I wanted fandom friends after all. And I had no reason not to talk to her.

I should have listened to my instinct.

She straight up told me what she was going to do and how she was going to do it- take my work and Audrey to chop up and use as she pleased. She immediately began to gaslight me by saying she had all of this already written and was giving me a heads up so I wouldn't think she copied. Later, she insisted she would not change anything about Ashley, which made her previous offer to change her name not sincere.

I felt I couldn't say anything about this, not even saying yes, please change the name. What right did I have anyway? It's fanfiction. Mine is the only story like it in the fandom and recognizable, so she'll credit me, and I'll get over it.

I hated it, though. I hated what I thought she was trying to do, and I hated myself for thinking that of someone new to and excited about the fandom. I've been in BMW fanfiction since 2002 and have always had a great experience with it and the people in it. I convinced myself that I was reading into things, and that depression and anxiety were skewing my perception.

Over a year later, while putting the report together, I saw her own words in comments with the dates on them telling me she read AiP and Flashbacks before writing her story, I just didn't catch it. I also saw all the lies she told her readers about the situation. I saw the little comments picking at my characters and story line, the ones she said she loved so much to make herself look better. I can't imagine what she was telling people privately with how bold as she was publicly.

She lied to me about everything from why Ashley's name was so similar to Audrey's to the plot she had planned for her "little family". Told me our OCs had to be the same because they were written for the same character. They had to be younger than Jon, had to have a traumatic backstory, and had to be good with teens, very pretty, etc. There were differences: her character wasn't as young as mine and "had more of an edge to her".

Also she said she couldn't tag Ashley as an OC because she wasn't. Not really. To say she was original would be "presumptuous". She existed in GMW.

Somehow Audrey did not nor did any other OC love interest for Jon even though they too were nurses like in canon. Unbelievably, she even told a reader Ashley was a canon character.

We talked for one week.

It was a miserable seven days. I set my discord status to invisible to get rid of the pressure to respond right away when she messaged. She didn't like this and wanted to know why she couldn't tell when I was online.

No one else ever shows up like that she said, why do you?

I made something up and said a bunch of things to appease her, but I was worried about why this was such an issue, especially since many of my friends were also permanently invisible. The fear she was watching my online movement just had to be my anxiety driving paranoia, right? She couldn't be. Who has time for that?

A fandom friend I had been talking to about the conversations as they happened advised me to get out. She said I shouldn't be afraid and anxious when talking to someone about fandom things.

I finally got the courage to end it. She didn't like being cut off. I tried to be nice about it and took all the blame on myself for this fandom friendship not working out, but that wasn't enough. I finally had to be forceful (or honest I suppose) and tell her I felt like I was being lied to because what she told me was different than what she was telling other people.

She denied it of course and was very offended.

"May God deal with me as He sees fit if I have intentionally decieved you."

This closed out one of her last FFN messages and always bothered me. Was it purposely worded like that or a Freudian slip? In hindsight, now that she's deleted everything, maybe He did just that.

I found out later that the "repetitive stress injury paired with hypermobility" in her wrists that left her unable to type for a year was not her story. See I have hypermobility in my lower body, really bad in my hips. In talking to her, a lot of what she said didn't make sense and she often wouldn't give direct answers. Later on Reddit she announced that her wrists were suddenly healed, all better now. I had no clue you could be cured of hypermobility (you can't).

When compiling the plagiarism report, I came across the AN on a story written by a close friend of hers (I was blocking all close associates). What was it about? A repetitive stress wrist injury paired with hypermobility. It looked like it went up during the time we were talking.

She told me one thing about why she left her job in the AO3 comments. Then she used my own AN about why I left teaching (internal school politics) to come up with a different reason for leaving education on FFN that honestly made no sense to me but I didn't question her. She then told Reddit something different.

There were other instances where she took someone else's story and claimed it as her own real-life tale. Some of this was public, too. Either she thought no one would pick up on it, or she thought she could say anything she wanted and not be held accountable. I don't know.

Then there was the drive to push me out of the fandom using what weaknesses she knew I had to do it. Looking back, she was very good at it. Too good for it to be the first time she'd done this to someone. She claimed I was the first person since high school she'd had drama with and the first ever online. I highly doubt that now.

I had Cameos from Tony Quinn and had spoken to him in dms. I mentioned these to her, and she insisted on seeing them. I didn't want to share them. They were special to me with a lot of personal things said. But I was selfish by not sharing, right? So, I gave in, edited out the personal stuff, and sent them to her.

Immediately I regretted it.

As soon as she indicated she's seen them, I deleted them. Then she said she hadn't seen part of one and none of the others, could I send again? I ended up making an excuse as to why I couldn't - too much personal info. Truthfully, I had the inexplicable fear she was going to take the videos and claim them as her own.

You see, she didn't care anything about Tony whom I've been a big fan of since 1994 when we first started talking. He was just some old guy to her. Until she found out how much I liked him. Then suddenly she was his biggest fan and just had to meet him because he was so wonderful. They lived in the same state after all. Oh, but don't worry I would get to meet him too someday for sure, she told me... on the other side of heaven. 🙄

When I told my friend about this one, she said to cut contact.

(Ironically, by the time we started talking, Tony had already moved back to my home state, where he and his wife are from. Learned that from his Pod Meets World interview that came out a month after we stopped talking. I cried-laughed the first time I listened to the interview.)

She liked to point out how old I was. I never told her, she did the math and figured it out she said. She was wrong, but it didn't matter. She was aware of personal insecurities and liked to push this one. I told her things I should not have but I was desperate for another friend and I convinced myself that all the warning sirens I was hearing in my head was just anxiety.

Towards the end of our time talking on Discord, she had started the subtle dismantling of my confidence in AiP. I was very aware that my work was outside of the norm for the fandom at the time and was often insecure about it. With little feedback at the time, I didn't know what to do.

It's a trilogy, split it into three parts maybe, so the word count isn't so intimidating?

She told me the story was too long, and even splitting it into three parts wouldn't help- no one reads sequels or will go back to read the first parts. On the other hand, no one would be interested in giving it a chance because of the length. Also, the story wasn't healing- and that is why people read, you know. Her attitude toward Audrey grew chilly and very, "she's an OC, people don't like OC main characters." This was a drastic departure from her comments on AiP.

Then she started bragging about how well her story was doing and all the comments she got. Fans were just begging her for more.

After I cut contact, she blocked me on Reddit and purposely took over the Jon and Jon and Shawn threads so I couldn't participate. This continued until I blocked her. She didn't like having her participation limited.

Blocks on both sides were lifted for awhile. I wish I hadn't lifted mine. But I had been so looking forward to season 2 of PMW and wanted to talk to others about it and Mr. Turner. I thought I could handle dealing with her more out there takes.

During this time, I noticed a sharp drop in interaction on my stories.

Readers not from Reddit or FFN disappeared. I always wondered about the timing. Readers gushed over her, though, and several indicated they were talking to her on Discord, too.

She knew how much fandom connection meant to me and took every opportunity to flaunt hers, whether in her comments or on Reddit. She had a thing for following me around and posting where I did, including on other people stories.

I mentioned this feeling of being left out and wondering if there was a Discord server for BMW I didn't know about. She said there was none she knew of and told me no one wanted to talk about BMW in a discord server anyway. All the people she talked to were uncomfortable with that. They only wanted to talk to her privately.

Turns out that was another lie.

Not only did I find that people wanted a discord server, in a comment thread with her and another reader about wanting to discuss head canon offsite, one of those readers "uncomfortable with discord servers" created one of their own and dropped a link inviting them to it some months before that conversation.

It wasn't the existence of a private server that bothered me so much. If there was, there was. It was the way she told me: everyone wanted her, nobody wanted me.

Had it not been for readers alerting me to the stolen work, I would never have known any of this. I'd still be wondering why the fanfiction side of the fandom wanted little to do with me when I sincerely tried to give back as much as I got and tried to welcome/encourage writers, especially new Jon & Shawn writers.

Then she contacted me on Christmas Eve 2022 on Reddit. After I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with her. As always, I was too nice. I still blamed myself and the anxiety for everything that happened. She offered friendship and apologies and then abruptly ripped the offer away when I expressed having reservations. When I didn't do what she wanted, she got mean.

Admittedly, her hurtful words about having "tons" of fandom friends to talk to when I didn't upset me. Since she liked to talk about God and being a Christian, I shot her some Bible verses about words and told her how cruel she was.

That didn't go over well.

Later I felt bad about it. Maybe I was too harsh, too judgemental, too sensitive. Blaming my anxiety for my reaction, I stupidly reached out on Valentine's Day 2023 to try to make peace with her.

She was even meaner and now saying she was afraid of me. She said I had hurt her so much she couldn't trust me. She admitted that she'd hurt me too but wouldn't say how, just that we kept hurting each other, so she was too scared to talk to me.

What?

I was talking about her, she claimed. And that was too much. She couldn't take the pain and stress of being talked about online. Oh, and her depression was worse and she struggled more, so what I was going through didn't matter.

Did I talk about her online?

In the aftermath of the Discord chats, I was angry she wouldn't leave me alone when asked. I resented her trying to push me out of a fandom I've been in since I was a little kid. I vented my frustration by making a wildest opinion that fans had heard over the years post on Reddit. Mine was that Jon was a coward for letting Shawn go back to Chet. I never named her or how I'd heard this opinion. I didn't think she was even still around the subreddit.

She outed herself.

I think the biggest problem with the post was that no one agreed with her take. I deleted the post not long after it was made and apologized to her for it later, but it wasn't good enough.

The next thing wasn't even about her. I told her that when she contacted me on Reddit. Someone had posted about having to block someone online and why. I responded sympathetically, referencing something that had happened before I met her. She refused to accept that my comment wasn't about her. Of course, I was talking about her, how could I not be?

Everything was about her no matter what the topic was.

But these were the terrible things I did to her that made her afraid of me. She couldn't come up with anything else. Turns out what she was really afraid of was that I would find out what she was doing and what she was telling others.

For 16 months I was so stressed and depressed that I started having panic attacks again. @lizettevanessa and later @mrsmungus virtually held my hand and talked me through these. They spent hours trying to help me calm down and get me to think rationally over that time.

I have type 1 diabetes and stress is a killer for me. Throughout this ordeal, my blood sugar was stuck at over 300 for hours on end and it seemed that no matter how much insulin I used it wasn't enough. And then the bottom would fall out and my blood sugar crashed. It was a never-ending cycle of trying to bring down highs and bring up lows. This led to stomach problems, constant migraines, and eventually hair loss. I had so many nights where I couldn't sleep. I was so depressed I couldn't work out and I couldn't cope with online or rl situations that shouldn't have been a big deal.

It also triggered the ED.

I hadn't had a relapse in years.

Online I was always looking over my shoulder wondering if the people in fandom were being honest with me or if they were pretending to be my friend while reporting back to her. I know for a fact one person in the BMW server was doing this. I know at least a couple of readers/friends were involved and that she created alts impersonating others.

Trying to run an inclusive, welcoming fandom server while trying to protect myself was a nightmare.

I honestly can't put into words how much damage she did. It was only because of my chaos family and sis @mrsmungus that I didn't quit everything. No exaggeration. I came very close several times to deleting over 20 years of work and history because of her.

What I've just told you is a just a part of what I've dealt with since late 2022.

The worst part is I think she'd be pleased to know how effective her tactics were. I don't know what was going on in her life that drove her to do this. I don't know if she is just that jealous, entitled, and petty a person or if she was lashing out because of something done to her and this was the only way she could get revenge- by going after an easy target and inflicting the same hurt she'd suffered.

What did she gain by doing all of this? If if I had left the fandom, what was the end goal? There were/are a lot of Jon and Shawn adoption writers out there. Would she drive them out to so she could be the BNF of BMW?

I've been in online fandom for over 20 years and I've learned that fandom is cyclical. Favorite tropes, characters, etc. change over time, falling out of favor and then becoming popular again. It would be a full-time job plus overtime trying to stay on top.

As for me, all she had to do is admit where her inspiration came, just once, just a note. Instead, she chose to lie, manipulate, and harass me just so she didn't have to admit it.

It's incredibly stupid if you stop to think about it.

But she is gone now and all of that is gone with her.

I don't know what happened that made her nuke everything and I do not care. It doesn't matter.

I used to want that story rewritten or gone. But in all honesty, I am ecstatic to see she's gone.

Good riddance.

Looking back, I get the feeling she is a very privileged person who has been sheltered from having to deal with the consequences of her actions for a long time and not just online.

Going back over all the private correspondences with her, the ones she had a with a mutual reader that were sent to me, and her response to AO3 that was removed by staff, in them is a trend in claiming something awful happened to her making it impossible for anything to be her fault when confronted with something negative. Flu, injury, baby, computer theft, ID theft, etc. There was always an excuse. She was always the victim.

She got away with it until she didn't.

I really do hope she deals with whatever caused her to act this way. It's terrible for those who cross her path who aren't her constant cheerleader, but it's worse for her in the end.

You can't be like that and be happy.

You know what is sad?

She's actually a talented writer. She could have taken that story and really done something special with it. The foundation was there. She could have taken Ashley and made her into a fully developed, living, breathing character who could have shaped her family unit in a way that didn't look anything like mine even if the same basic elements were there. It would have been so easy for her to do. Instead, she picked what she wanted from mine, minced it up, and harassed me over what she was doing.

AO3's verdict on my report, which was still out a year later, no longer matters since she deleted everything.

If by chance Kaylie is reading this or does read this someday, let me be very clear: Do not think I feel sorry for you in any way. Do NOT contact me for any reason, not even to apologize. Do not come at me with new accounts anywhere. I do not care if it's ten years from now. I want nothing to do with you.

Yet out of all this mess, there were some incredible things that came of it. Because of her behavior, it drove me to get involved with fanfiction outside of the fandom and find my online family. If I had the chance to go back in time and avoid her, but it meant not finding my family, I'd decline. Her nonsense was worth finding them.

Because of her, I did become afraid to get involved with fandom people and very nearly missed meeting someone who is very dear to me. @justanotherpersonwhowrites posted her story on FFN and I completely panicked when I saw the description of her OC. Thankfully she posted on Tumblr and AO3 later on as I was finding my family. I reread her story and fell in love with her OC. I got up the courage to reach out and I am so glad I did. She is an amazing person, a talented writer, and an incredible friend.

Also the BMW discord server happened because of Kaylie. I didn't want others to be isolated from the fandom like I was and Reddit is good for some things but not others. Not only is it an archive for the show but a place for fans to find each other. It is also a safe place for fanfiction writers to get together.

So what happens now?

Autumn in Philadelphia will go on, without a doubt. And I will be picking up my other stories that were more lighthearted and fun. I have a series of Jondrey one shots that I really want to do too. A lot fun stuff and art. I'll be more active on here and in the BMW server.

The AN that's on every story will be changed to link to this post.

As for blocks, they will remain for now.

The reason is I've been through too many bouts of silence only for her to resurface. Although she can't return in the same way, I don't know that she doesn't still have former readers acting as her eyes and ears. Eventually all blocks will be lifted except on those I know to be her friends because she named them as such.

I still have the report, the screencaps (soooo many screencaps), all her messages, and a copy of that story. I took screenshots of all the places she used to exist but doesn't anymore because it still doesn't seem real. I thought about purging everything, but they are now a part of AiP's history. Someday I'll get around to building that neocities site as a tribute to the era this all began in and I will include everything: the fantastic, the strange, and the nightmarish.

I want to extend my eternal gratitude to one of my dearest friends, @lizettevanessa, to my sis @mrsmungus, to little sis @justanotherpersonwhowrites, to @lena-hills @kayedium-writes @hylianjo @sliebman10 @axolotlsupremacyowo @udaberriwrites @fattybattysblog @narcissasdaffodil @danceswithdarkspawn and the rest of my Chaos family for your love and support during the past two years. I owe you everything.

And to my readers, who've been with me whether from the beginning or just joined, THANK YOU. I love and appreciate you more than you know.

❤️❤️❤️❤️

-Aria

#autumn in philadelphia #boy meets world fanfiction #it's over #i can breathe again #I forgot what it feels like to be happy #fanfiction plagiarism #plagiarism #Kaylie Night #mrsfizzle #boy meet world

34 notes · View notes

mscherub · 3 months ago

Note

Hiii~ I absolutely love how you write especially the Octotrio. So can I request something? Obviously, no hate if nothing comes to you. Brainrot coming now.

What about a classic rivalry troupe? But like one of those café/business rivalries where you sell similar products and are located within the same street. There's this silly but intense rivalry where everyone spies on each other, trying to one up with new products (maybe even stealing menu items), jabs about their shop in front of customers and everyone actively trying to find a way to prove their business is better.

I was thinking maybe the reader got a job at the rival business through her friend who works there. Reader thought this rivalry was just some inside joke, something harmless. But no, it's not harmless. Everyone is in on this, from the boss to the part timers.

We have the Leech twins actively antagonising everyone and commenting negatively on everything in the store. Anything they say was bland or boring, they copy it and one up it the next week. Some sabotage added here and there, maybe some pranks or acts of vandalism. Azul actively tries to poach employees, suppliers and customers. He comes up with elaborate events and is so smug when the rival store has less than half of the customers they're having that day. Oh, and he often makes people post review that mention how they're the better business.

The worst thing for the reader? (I'm assuming she, no offense) She is a big fan and regular at both places. She regrets taking the job. Now when she wants to get a taste of that delicious mushroom dish from Monstro Lounge (default name), she has a 15 step disguise or bribes friends to get takeaway. She wants to quit but the job market sucks. The only other place hiring is Monstro Lounge, and well.... Everyone knows what happens to traitors (it's that dramatic).

Of course, the Octotrio knows it's her in that stupid disguise or when the same dude orders the same order she used to order. It's obvious to them, and the Leech twins smell a weakness. This might be their chance to get some intel or have someone on the inside. Since their rival has a strict hiring process, that they've been trying to sneak into. But how can they get you on their side, willing or unwilling?

In comes a seduction plan. They can either string the reader along like a lovesick puppy or maybe trick the reader to sign a contract with Azul. Maybe get some blackmail? Well, we all know how these romance troupe end, right? (it's not just me, right? Right??)

Honestly, this isn't full fleshed out but I'd love to see something similar come to life, or just some input.

From your very shy anon.

A/N: HELLOOOOOOOOO ANONNNNNN!!!

This was such a good idea that I was giggling while writing, and out of that fit of me being so enthralled by the idea, I wrote out a short fic. I will warn u, I got like out of train of thought halfway through and it all went downhill…I tried tho, my lovely :(

(Yes I snuck my own OC into this fic, why? Cause reader needed a friend…he’s a good one trust)

Also, apologies for taking like a million years, a lot has happened recently…which also in turn gave me some inspiration SO IM NOT RLLY COMPLAINING

Characters: Octotrio, Taylor (Based off of Tod from The Fox and the Hound(OC), Melissa the manager bro idek

Tags: A LOT OF DIALOGUE, rivals to lovers (if u squint)

(For me to do like rivals to lovers I’d have to write a whole book for this prompt and I ain’t got time for dat 😔)

Warnings!:

Leech twins

Melissa the manager (SHE’S VIOLENT Y’ALL)

Violence

Swearing

Some suggestive moments?

Not fully proof read 👎

(I think those are pretty straightforward warnings…)

Rivalries to Romance

Getting nerves on your first day is a common and mutual feeling amongst newly hires, but you already felt awkwardly at home here. You’re best friend works here, somehow, he’s not the type to put in much effort, especially at an establishment that had fairly strict requirements and a low hire rate, but that’s besides the point. He forced you to come along when you had downtime and “hang around with him” while he was on the clock, so it’s safe to say you’ve spent a pretty penny on most in store foods, drinks, items, and the merchandise as well.

Going back to the whole getting the job thing, you somehow managed to do that, of course through his expert string pulling, to get an interview and land it. It was a feat of its own, a lot of stuttering and sweating during the long chat about what assets you can bring to the table to help run the business and what three words would you describe yourself with, the blanking of those words— let’s not go back there. And, an extra added bonus is that you’re right down the street from the Mostro Lounge! In turn, you have a good job, and access to both cafes that you love. You can totally swing by after work and then catch up with the 3 people you’ve gotten to know there! Simple, easy, efficient.

Only downside is that you have to be here before 5 am, which is just crazy early, and also oddly enough the same time the Mostro lounge opens its doors for the early birds of the morning. Your hand wraps around the cool metal bar of the door and you pull it open. Time to start this new chapter of your life!

“Sorry, we’re closed until 5:00 am, so—“

“Yoooo, Y/N!” Taylor’s eyes shoot up and stick right on to your figure as you slip through the door, the bell above jingling as it smacks off the glass above. Taylor, being the sly fox he is (literally, fox beastman :3), managed to sway the manager into hiring you at this glorious establishment, or that’s at least what Taylor exalted it to be…don’t trust him to much…he was an odd ball, but he kept his friends close and always did what he could to help them out.

“Welcome to your new job!” He beams, throwing his arms up and doing a little twirl. He hops over the counter and shuffles up to you. “Ok…I’ll cut it out with the theatrics, anyways, so, boss entrusted me with showing your lame ass around—“ he clasps his hands together.

“Watch it.” You glare at him.

“Of course. Anywayssss, follow me.” He motions with his head to a door in the back labeled with the basics of any business:

Employees only

“You’re already accustomed to the place enough, so I’ll just show you the special spaces…” He opens the door for you and lets you slip by first before he follows in right after. “Y’know…I haven’t heard it yet…”

“Heard what?” You huff as you set your bag down on the table in the corner, leaning against it and looking back at him.

“Oh, I dunno, something you should say to a good friend who managed to get you such a great job because you were broke and unemployed?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you with a smirk on his face. He’s being super annoying already apparently…

“Oh? Hmmm, oh yea! Fuck you!” You copy his demeanor.

He sighs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. “Ouch…be thankful. Replace ‘fuck’ with ‘thank’ then I won’t be a dick to you for the rest of the day, mkay?”

“I was just joking around…thank you, Taylor. You’re a big help.” You shrug off your coat.

“There it is! Feeding my ego again. Mannnn, feels good.” He chuckles melodically and walks over to another door and points right at it.

“Locker room, kinda, just put all your shit in there, the manger will be here soon.”

“Ok…I guess give me a run down of what’s gonna go on? I kinda have a…vague understanding of whatever goes on here since you’ve made me purge my wallet on the cutesy little buns you guys make…” You open up a vacant locker and shove all of your stuff inside. Taylor continues to yap on.

“Hey, you bought into the tactics of cuteness, don’t blame me. Anyways…what goes down? Oh…ok, biggest thing we need to touch base on,” he leans against the wall and rests his head back against it, “business rivalry.”

You pause in whatever you were messing with in the locker and turn to him. “Business rivalry?”

“Yep. Like the one down the road? Mostro Lounge? I mean, cmon, fancy ass place?”

“Oh? Mostro lounge…yea I like it there, but what’s—“

“HEY! Now that you’re working here, you can’t like it there anymore. This rivalry is hugeeeee, like don’t even mention the places name when the manger around, she’ll totally flip, I mean, she’s hot when she does that, but still don’t…” he purses his lips and stands straight again.

“Ha, Ha funny, Tay…that’s something you’d read in a damn fiction novel, dumbass…” you shake your head at his antics. I mean it was stupid. No way rivalries went on.

“Uh, hello? It’s not dumb? They have literally spray painted dicks on our windows, Y/N, DICKS! And then don’t even get me started on the bot accounts they make as well as their actual consumers leaving bad reviews on this sexy cafe right here! They even leave reviews on yelp…it’s so infuriating!” Taylor grumbles.

“That’s…clearly a lie. I don’t know what you’re trying to do here…”

“Oh, I’m not doing anything. Just being straightforward. One of our employees went missing because he tried to get back and leave a bad review on them…that’s why you were able to get this job.”

“Is that not concerning to you at all—“

“And then like, the owner of that business tried to buy out our cafe and make it some stupid little souvenir shop for sevens knows why—“

“Ok we’re going to brush past a guy that went missing totally normal here, bud—“

“I think his name is Azul, well fuck him! And fuck his little goons or whatever. Literally they are a pain in all of our asses that work here. They torment and don’t double down at all, they double up, triple, quadruple—“

“Ok…chill the hell out. I’ll…believe it when I see it. This is a lot of info to take in at 4:30 IN THE FUCKING MORNING TAYLOR.” You put up your hand to shush him.

He goes quiet and rolls his eyes again, his signature move. “You’ll have to take it in, or else you’ll go missing like Jerry.” He wipes away a fake tear.

“Did you even know his name—“

“No. But he’s Jerry in my mind now.”

“Dude…”

“Heyyy, welcome to your new job, just don’t betray us by going to eat their shitty food and then you’ll have a fun time here!”

“That sounded like a threat.”

“It was.” He wraps his arm around your shoulder and hands you an apron before dragging you out to the counter.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The cafe is popular and widely known for its hospitality and great foods and snacks, as well as the great ambience it provided for anyone who was looking for a place to escape and study at.

“Yep, Carmel macchiato? For you. Thank you.” You fix up your apron and tie it around your waist tightly again. It’s only been three hours and in that time you swear you’ve served at least more than 100 people. You needed the job, yes, definitely, but sevens was it already killing you, as well as that nagging thought of the “rivalries”. You haven’t managed to see anything yet, and you didn’t really want to see what extents they could mange to go to— IF they were real. Taylor looks around with you all the time, he’s probably just trying to pull your leg here and get you all antsy on your first day. Just don’t overthink it and you’ll be fine.

“How’s it going? Holdin up?” Taylor places down another order next to your hand on the counter. You weren’t trusted to make drinks yet, of course, but you were learning.

“I’m all good.” You nod.

“Then you’ll be just fine in a week or so, boss will probably let you make drinks with me.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his. “You’re reliable…so far.”

Another customer walks in and Taylor’s smile fades. It’s like something out of a damn movie while you watch the main character come to a realization. You turn your head and look right at two familiar people you’ve seen before at…can you even think of the lounges name or will Taylor and the manger find out? The you-know-what-lounge…good enough.

“Heya!” Floyd strolls in up to the counter first. His eyes flash with a moment of recognition before he tugs on Jades sleeve. “Looky! Our regular is working here now! Mannn, what a shame! If you needed a job you could have come work with us. It’s a shit hole here, no?” He leans over the counter and gets his face right up to yours. Like any normal person, you lean back away from him and look at him like he’s crazy.

“A regular? No way…” Taylor purses his lips. He pushes you back a bit and leans over the counter just like Floyd, matching his bravado. “Well, they work for us now, so…” he swishes his hand in the air and points to the door. “Kindly take your leave? We don’t serve…slimy eels here.

“Is that not like discrimination—“ you’re interrupted again.

“I thought you welcomed everyone here? And now you’re pushing us out? Oh…what a bad review I can leave.” Jade puts a hand over his heart and sighs dramatically. “And it’s sad to see such a familiar face working for the enemy. What do you say? I get you a consultation with Azul back at the Mostro Lounge? We’d certainly love to have you on our team…”

“Actually!!! You know, they can’t do that, they work here, bozo, so boot scoot and boogey outa here. Go back to your cafe and leave ours alone…” Taylor steps in again. Why did he have to use such stupid phrases? Like cmon…

“Ne, ne…we wanted to take a look at what you’ve got going on!” Floyd pouts. His eyes stay locked onto you, accompanied by insistence in his gaze.

“We’ll leave…” Jade finally declares, but not without flashing a sharp tooth grin your way which was both cunning and threatening.

Jade bows and Floyd points his middle fingers towards the entirety of the room before they exit through the front door. The cafe goes silent but then picks back up with hushed murmurs of nonsense phrases regarding the situation that played out in front of them all.

“So…you weren’t lying.” Your shoulders slump. Customers up the notch and begin to snicker! What happened to this place having “hospitality?”

“Why would I? But you lied, though. You were— are a regular there?! What if you go after work and buy things there?! You can’t support their side in this war anymore. AHH, can’t believe you, Y/N,” He takes a breath in and tousles his hair, “it’s fine, though, you’re on our side, right?” His voice is a tad softer.

This whole thing shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but no, it is, for some unsevenly reason, and you’re getting a small taste for what’s to come.

You cross your arms and avoid eye contact with every fiber of your being, the clock on the will ticking away seemingly more interesting in the moment. “Yea, of course. 100%” you nod.

“I’ve known you for how many years? I can tell you’re lying. I’m being serious. Look, it’s a bad choice to support them…always. They’ve been at our necks for like multiple years at this point? Something like that anyways…You’d be going against our business and that’s not right. Since you’re hired here, you’re family, so you’d loose us, too.” His ears flatten against his head. “Don’t let the boss fire you the first day.”

“Taylor. This is crazy…you can’t be serious about this— about the whole little quips of angered words thrown at each other…” This is unbelievable.

“I’m serious…” A puff of air leaves his lips and I leans against the counter, looking out the display window.

Floyd was…spray painting, again. Taylor launches himself over the counter and lands with a loud thump. The door swings open and the yelling fit begins.

You weren’t going to survive. And it was only the first day. Great.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

About a week passed.

You were fine.

Totally.

Ok…

Well, you really weren’t!

One, you were being restricted on your free will of choosing where you eat just to follow the rule of not betraying your workplace. You’ve managed to send in friends at times to get things…not a few times, a lot of times. Their dishes are to die for! And that’s what sucks!

You have these two equally good cafes and now you’re forced to choose from one. One! You can’t! The cafe that you worked at, Cafe Fox, had equally good things to offer as the Mostro lounge, though they did tend to up the notch and take Cafe Fox’s products and twist them into matching their aesthetics, another one of their ways of rivalry.

The trio doubled their stunts and efforts of making the cafe seem like some wild animals ran the place, and they were doing it well. Leaving bad reviews, damaging property, buying out items and then pitching them, leaving none left for anyone else, Jade and Floyd parading around and scaring away the customers with death threats and lies of bugs or hair in the food. It’s not fun watching customers gag and then rush for a trashcan. Yuck.

So, you think you’re gonna put in a two weeks notice? Yeahh..

It’s just another day to clean up after the singular battle in this war. You have to wipe off tables and quite literally mop the walls since the tweels decided to have a condiment fight with the customers. They won. Anyways—

Taylor and the manger, Melissa, who you found out hired you only because Taylor was convincing in ways that you’d rather not imagine, you’re alone in the front, busting your ass off after hours and not having an amazing time like they proclaimed this place should provide for workers and consumers alike. Why are they lying???

With dramatic flair, the door swings open and smacks against the wall, the usual culprits strolling back in.

“Shrimpy!!!” Floyd waltz’s up behind you and snakes an arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder and dropping his voice to a murmur.

“Haven’t seen you in our shop for a bit…sad, y’know? Still know your favorite dish! You should come by later…like you come by. Not whatever friend you had coming in. I wanna see my Shrimpy, not them…” his head bumps against yours and he giggles softly, but it’s far from anything cute, more frightening than anything. “Boss wants to talk to you. You gave us good revenue and he’s sad you’re gone, too…remember how I’d talk to you about whatever I felt like and you’d listen? Cmonnnn, come back to us? Yea?”

“Floyd…” you mumble. The condiment mess is still everywhere, but he pulls you back with a simple squeeze around your waist.

“Let’s go?”

He doesn’t give you any further room for protests or getting away from the situation, instead his hand travels up to your arm and he grips it tight, yanking you back towards the door and quite literally dragging you off. Taylor and the manager just aren’t around all of a sudden? What the fuck! Hello!?

It’s a quick walk, especially at the speed Floyd’s taking you away at towards the lounge. Ok, so two words, you’re fucked. Your job is going to be lost for tramping around on the Mostro grounds, you might be mugged and or swindled— hell, probably both by their combined strength and wit of the trio. You don’t want to think about it, you don’t need to.

“I’ve got Shrimpy!” Floyd announces pushing through the door. He adjusts his grip and you yet again and holds both of your shoulders, pushing you towards where two other men stood.

“See? Back where you belong now, huh?” Floyd wraps his arms around you and gives you a nice squeeze.

“Quite refreshing to see your face in the lounge now instead of whoever you had coming in.” Jade chimes in, nodding.

“Don’t tell me that the other business is more suitable.” Azul taps his cane against the ground before he pushes up his glasses with gloved fingers. “Losing a regular is certainly disheartening. Which is why I’ve come up with a compromise.” The last word is drawn out, laced with the hint of a darker promise. It was Azul, after all.

“Here, follow along, come to my office.”

Ok…totally not awkward, but you really have no other choice. The twins smile at you, their sharp teeth beared and their eyes narrowed with mock pity and amusement, like a hunter watching its prey fall right into the trap…why must you think like this?

You follow back obediently, not really wanting to make a run for it or try to counter attack for obvious reasons…

The room is decorated in the same type of aesthetic as the rest of the lounge, that under the sea type of look with the glowing shells and glittery paint that dances across the walls with the reflection of the lights.

You’re forced down onto the leather couch that’s stiff and reeks of the cleaner that’s often used, Floyd taking the initiative to pluck off your name tag from your shirt and inspecting it with a glimmer of disgust in his eyes. Jade stands idly behind you, lurking, and Floyd settles down beside you on your side closest to the door. Alright then…

“I don’t understand the purpose of this—“

“I’d like to offer you a position.”

Ok. Straight to the point.

“Ok—“

“You can earn a position here at the lounge, pay will be raised higher than what you have at your current job, and you get to be on our side. Well, under a guise of course. Same rules apply for,” a grimace passes over his lips and he gestures vaguely to your name tag in Floyd’s hand, “that place you’re working at. No betraying us if you take up my offer. I believe it a fair deal. All you’d have to do is be an abiding assistant under me, and I suppose I can throw in half off on meals…”

“Woaoohhhh, Shrimpy’s gettin’ the full package, eh?” Floyd giggles, leaning against you. “I think it’s a good deal. Snag it, you know? Good for you…moneys important, right? Plus…we need someone we can trust well to dig up some dirt on that place.”

“Wait, what?” You scoot away from Floyd, but he only takes that as a challenge and invades your space even more. He’s like a damn dog…

“We can clearly see your disdain for the rules that you have to follow to avoid becoming a traitor, and…well that’s just not fair to have free will, right? So I’m proposing this deal to you…so you can indulge in both cafes, with the food choices I mean. I can supply you with whatever meal choice you’d like when you’re in the mood for it, of course under cover, and all you have to do in return is provide us with some intel that we’d like to obtain. Isn’t freedom something so precious?” Azul smiles and leans back against the couch, crossing his legs and resting his hands in his lap. “I have time for something as important as this.”

The offer was…appealing— IN JUST A FEW WAYS, THOUGH! Another pay on top of the one you’re already getting? That’s hot.

"What do you say?" He hums. He looks down at his hands, not making eye contact with you, a great business tactic to let you have time to weigh the option more.

"Ok….just, first off, why me?"

"I'm glad you asked. It's an easy answer, truthfully.

You've been coming here quite some time, and therefore we know we can trust you."

"That's...whatever you say I guess. I'll..."

Everyone in the room goes quiet. Azul's eyes narrow as they keep a critical gaze on you, Floyd smirk's even wider, and Jade inches just the tiniest bit closer from behind the couch. This is just creepy...

"I can do it, I guess."

Those words make a triumphant smile spread across Azul's face and he slides you the pen without second thought. "Just sign and then we all can benefit from

You grab the fancy pen and you look at the document for a little longer. You were going to sign it. Yes. It didn't seem all that bad...and plus, these guys weren't like... horrible, and you could finally get the damn dishes you've been wanting for like ever...and eat them warm!

Your friends take too long to get them back to you...

The pen glides across the glimmering contract, your signature flowing out with each flick of your wrist. "Is that…it?"

"Of course, my dear pearl. It's going to be a pleasure doing business with you." Azul smiles and takes the pen and contact back, holding it up to the light and watching as it shimmers, especially your name. "I believe that is all I would like to discuss today. Contact me here, it's my personal number, and then I'll do a sort of mission debriefing if you will. I'll explain everything that you are to do under this agreement between us. But for your time today, I can see about giving you a complimentary item off the menu. Jade can get the situated." Azul waves his hand and walks over to his desk, settling down and instantly going back to his papers.

Ok then?

You're dragged out yet again, and brought over to the front counter. No words are exchanged between you or Jade, but he already seems to know what he's doing.

He heads back into the kitchen and then a few moments later, brings out your usual.

"I remember our favorite customers order, so do not fret." He smiles and hands you the to-go box with the upmost elegance he can sway you with. "Good day."

You've got your favorite food now...you also scored a new job ontop of the one you have, not to mention the benefits with it. Did that really all just happen in the span of— what, 30 minutes? It's crazy. You look down at the box and then up at Cafe Fox. Maybe this arrangement could work out. No. It would. Best of both worlds, and more money. You'll be living the life...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Mhmmm! And then..." you put a hand over your mouth as you chew, "I mean, I love Taylor...but he can be so mean, but he said that you guys are just people who don't have anything else better to do besides cause trouble... and then some other unruly words which I'd rather not mention. Honestly, he acts so tough, but I know that when I'm left alone up front, bros in the back getting dominated by the damn manager."

Laughs and giggles are stifled with a fist from Azul and Jade, but Floyd giggles openly and drapes himself across you even more. "Aw man...why you friends with that guy?" He mumbles, nuzzling his face right into your shoulder. He certainly wasn't embarrassed to act like this..

"He did say that about us? Well...I can see why he'd think such things. The people who had owned these cafes long before were the ones to start the rivalries... we've simply just taken them up a notch in our time is all..." The tea cup clinks against the saucer softly, Jade smirking and shaking his head out of amusement.

This all felt awkwardly domestic, granted you've only been officially helping them out so far for a week.

Floyd's clearly not opposed to showing his comfort, but this just became the norm all of a sudden, right out of the blue, but also a filthy and sly lie you have to keep from the place that appears they know that you'd never betray them. Betrayal. Technically you're not...you're still giving your hours, right? You're just helping someone else out simultaneouslv...nothing can go wrong.

"Any other things to note...plans they have to get back against our business?” Azul interrupts.

“Um. Some ploys…nothing too concerning. I know Taylor wanted to egg the place since we have expired eggs…but that’s about all they have planned…” You grab the glass of water.

“Any new tactics they have, making money wise?”

“They’re implementing a cherry blossoms special…since they’re blooming and the festival is pretty soon.” You nod. “All this themed stuff, ranging from pastries to their merch they have.”

“Are they now? Then…we shall come up with something of equal value.” Azul nods and then stands up, fishing something out of his pocket before he walks off elsewhere.

“You’ve been a big help already, Shrimpy. Giving out all this info and stuff…” Floyd drawls on, sitting up and kicking his legs up on the table. “Wouldn’t want the others to find out, right?”

You pause while sipping your drink, albeit choking a little on the liquid before you wipe your moth and set it down. “No…I wouldn’t really like that…”

“Oh. Hmmm…it’d be funny if they found out, right, Jade?”

“Quite the fiasco indeed.” He agrees. This is oddly fishy between them, and no pun intended with that. What are they planning…

“Uh, ok then…”

“Ne ne, just tugging on your fin, Shrimpy.” He winks and then gets up himself, his form towering over you as you sit. He gives you a small wave and then leaves the same way Azul had just done.

“Shall I see you out?” Jade grabs your attention again. His smile is all teeth and far from the normal one he usually shows off. His teeth glint and his eyes are slightly narrowed.

“Uh huh…I’m done. Thank you.” You scramble up and dust off your clothes of any crumbs and then you walk in step, his hand drifting to the lower part of your back.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Taylor, set out the cherry blossom macarons, Y/N, get the milk pudding and make sure it’s put in the refrigerated display case. I’ll have the others work on the deco around here, but we have to be ready for the people perusing…which there will be a lot. This is my eighth year partaking in the festival, it’s good for getting a nice income, though. Oh, expect a lot of tips! And better yet, the seven-forsaken lounge will see that all of their customers will be stationed here.” Melissa winks at you and then goes off to mess with the other employees. You can’t help but feel a slight sinking feeling in your gut at her words.

“Chop, chop, Y/N, let’s get it going.” Taylor rubs his hands together before making his way back into the kitchen.

In preparations for the festival, the start for sales didn’t officially begin until the festival did, which was in approximately an hour, right at 9:00 am. The streets would be sectioned off and the sidewalks and roads would be bustling with people of all types since this is a renowned festival that apparently everyone wants to attend. Lines will be long for any business and 5 minutes of customer service will end up feeling like 5 hours instead. All in good fun and income…maybe.

The pudding cups have little edible cherry blossom flowers, and the macrons are decorated the same way. You set out the cups in the display case, no doubt the little desserts will be sold out as soon as the damn doors open to the world. They’re cutesy and delectable, so who can really blame the people buying them? You may or may not have debriefed this with the trio, briefly, though! Barely talked about it…just mentioned it. They were too enamored with what they were gawking at you for to like truly be listening…yea. You make a few final touches to make sure they’re displayed perfectly, no imperfections anywhere.

“All done already? Good…then you can go work on the item displays outside. The fox plushies should be in that box over there. All they have is cherry blossom designed shit. Cost an arm and a leg from the manufacturer, but whatever, we’ll make good money if they self.” The random vomit of words from her makes you jump. Didn’t she literally just walk away? Where did she come from?

“Yea…”

“Alrighty. Always stay busy. I gotta go beat Taylor…I swear if he’s slacking off I’m gonna…” She pushes through the double doors to the kitchen, her words being muffled as they swing shut.

Right, then. Time to do your job.

The canopy overhead blocks out the rays of sun shining down onto the pavement. You set up the plushies, pins, whatever else was in that box and make it look perfect. As always!

Just a little down the road you can see that oh so familiar pair of twins with their Caribbean Sea colored hair…oh no.

Before you can act, with their long purposeful steps, they’re already there in front of you.

“Heya, Shrimpy!”

“Uh, hey…” you chuckle a little awkwardly and try to stand in front of the items you literally just set out. You can’t have them ruin it…

“We brought you something! For free!” Floyd shoves a small bag into your hand that’s squishy. That feeling you used to get on Christmas when you’d get a soft present and just know it was something you wouldn’t like is really coming back to you now…

“Much to Azul’s protests…Floyd and I payed for it from our own pockets. I do hope you like it.” Jade puts a hand over his heart and smiles.

“Open ittt, before we get told off!”

You do as Floyd whines and you slip the little thing out of the bag. Oh. It’s actually…cute? A little octopus with their signature hats that are always adorned to their head. You’re wondering if they’re glued…

The octopus is purple and has cherry blossoms scattered across its head and a little fake branch with the flowers on it in one of the tentacles.

“Since you told us what was going down, we bit back, like usual.” As quick as you got the plushie, it was already snatched from your hand and being shoved back into your face by Floyd.

“You guys are back? The fuck— go away!” It’s none other than Taylor. Of course he had to come out…

Floyd stops and smirks at him. You’re pushed out of the way of the display stand and Floyd scoops up most of the fox plushies and makes a mad dash back to their home base. What the fuck just happened…

“I’m…gonna quit—“

“No you’re not, Taylor. Best plan of action is to rob them now.” Melissa walks up beside him and pinches his cheek, earning a yelp out of him. “Since they want to act like this, we’ll do it right back.”

The octopus plushie lays on the ground by your feet. You pick it up and dust him off.

“So they’re copying us, too? What the fuck. This ends today.” She declares.

And just like that she’s marching off, reasonably at the worst time as well! Loud crowds of overjoyed soon to be patrons are starting to erupt from the surrounding area. With quick glance to the clock, the festival was now officially in full bloom.

Isn’t it like…punishable for being in the middle and not choosing a side? That’s at least what you understood from Dante’s Inferno…but let’s— just do something!

Taylor is gone. Great. You rush inside of the cafe and warn any other workers of the incoming swarm of people and, as politely as you can muster up in this current moment, excuse yourself from helping out at the moment, and then bolt it towards the Mostro lounge.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“And I wanna see your manager!” Melissa yells

“I am the manger! And stop destroying our property!!”Azul screams right back.

“Over my dead body you bastard!”

You push in through the doors, seemingly at the right moment, and all eyes snap to you, locking on. You take a quick look around. The plushies the Mostro lounge had procured are…mutilated, one being in the grasp of a very angry Melissa who, not so inconspicuously, slit the throat of it, the white fluff spilling out.

“Y/N, help us!” Both parties yelp out. Then they all fall silent. They turn to look at each other, a smug look on the trios face and an utterly confused look on the other two who then simultaneously look back at you with bubbling anger.

“Shit…”

“Why would they help you? You…bottom dwellers!” Taylor blurts out.

“Heard that one before, buddy…” Floyd yawns.

“They work for us, not for you…” Melissa motions over to you. And there’s that sinking feeling in your gut again.

“Well, maybe ask them the truth to that—“

Melissa’s phone buzzes and she answers it. All previous conversation is forgotten and all that’s heard is screaming and the boisterous sounds of people gasping flooding out of the phone’s speakers.

“Melissa! Get back over here— there’s Mostro lounge workers here destroying products! They’re standing on the counter and dancing…I shit you not—“ she hangs up.

She looks furious, and Azul still looks smug. She rushes out the door and you glance back at the group before following suit. Taylor, of course, tags along and flips them off.

This festival was a disaster.

Cakes, cookies, scones, croissants, strewn everywhere. Liquid from drinks dumped on the floor glisten and shimmer. People scramble to get out of the cafe as you three try to fight your way in. The attackers run away at the first sight of the enraged Melissa and leave.

“What…the actual fuck.” She grumbles. “This is…they haven’t gone this far…”

“Correction: they have done worse—“

“Shut the fuck up Taylor or I’m going to slice your dick off don’t even mess with me right now…”

“Yes ma’am…” he quickly schools his attitude and looks down, his ears flattening against his head.

And then Melissa runs out again, not before grabbing a knife. Fuck! Uhhh! Both you and Taylor have to run after her.

All this running around and the stress of the situation is really starting to get to you. You can feel the adrenaline pumping.

Azul stands outside causally welcoming customers in with a small bow. Since they messed up Cafe Fox, this will be a good business opportunity for them now. A safe haven from what was happening over at the less worthy business, of course.

“Jade. Remind me to give Y/N my appreciation after this whole ordeal. If they end up fired then it’ll work out for us. I’ll rope them back in—“

“You bitch!”

People in line waiting to get in all turn to the source of rage, whispers and murmurs erupting as to whats about to go down; yet again…Azul stiffens up, shock and fear instantly encompassing his face, twisting it.

With a swift tug from you on her shoulder, she drops the weapon and Taylor picks it up.

“NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE COMMITTING A HOMICIDE YOU BRAINLESS WOMAN!!” Taylor yells.

“So you’re telling me you wanna die next?” She says coolly…ok, maybe after everything, if you make it out alive, you should research if she was in jail for anything involving violence before becoming the owner did the cafe…

“Ok! Enough! Everyone shut up!” You spit out, but no one listens.

“Y/N, go beat him up for me? Please?” She pouts.

“You will do no such thing! Y/N, why don’t you join our side officially and I can promise you much more.” Azul huffs out. He planned this, huh? You’re great downfall of being a traitor…

Taylor and Melissa gain those confused gazes again and they stop.

“What do you mean officially? Is there something I’m not getting here—“

“Oh! Shrimpy’s been on our side for a bit. Giving us some intel on how to kick your guy’s business to the curb! Aren’t they such a great help, Jade?” Floyd smirks.

“Indeed. I would agree so.”

Fuck. Fuck. Shit. You’re dead.

“So…you’re a traitor. Then kiss your job goodbye.” Melissa crosses her arms. Taylor looks even more hurt at this revelation and he purses his lips.

“I helped you, dude…this ain’t cool. You’re gonna be blocked.”

“It’s not that big of a deal—“

“What do you mean? This is so fucked up of you, Y/N…I don’t wanna hear it.” He sighs.

“Ne ne…they were just doing what they felt was right, hmmm? Can’t blame em…” Floyd steps closer to Taylor and he freezes up.

Apparently, everyone forgot that people were watching, so…whatever at this point.

“We’re just better.” He steps on Taylor’s foot and grinds his foot into his. Taylor instinctively pushes Floyd back and that’s where everything goes wrong…

More fighting. Taylor’s not going to win, obviously. Floyd already has him pushed to the ground in a matter of seconds.

This just isn’t right. You…all the people in front of you, as fucked up as some may be, you like and appreciate them all. They helped you out even if you don’t want to admit that fact. And now they’re all being stupid. Completely and utterly stupid…

“That’s enough out of all of you!” This time they all stop and look at you. “You’re all being dumb! I get what I did was wrong…but to be honest, why are these rivalries a thing? Can’t you guys both have the same themed products without it being a huge deal? It’s not a competition 24/7. Last time I checked, most customers frequent both cafes. People will end up liking what they want, and it’s just…you guys are a lost cause.”

“Big words for a traitor—“

“Y/N, leave the other place, come work with us. We can ensure many more promising endorsements.” Jade nods, interrupting Taylor.

“Guys! I’ll quit both jobs, then! I’m done having to pick one or the other. Staying neutral won’t get me very far either. I’ll put in my two weeks notice and then I can be stress free again.” You throw your hands up and roll your eyes.

Melissa looks like she’s seen a ghost, Taylor looks guilty, Azul apparently lost his soul since he’s starting at you blankly. The tweels gain an angry look and now this whole situation— you could care less about.

“Ok, wait…let’s…screw our heads back on. What has happened today is definitely beyond what is comprehensible…” She turns to look at Azul, a forced friendly smile. “I’ll take the first step and apologize…”

“It’s accepted, but I don’t believe I can give one back…”

“Azul.” You cross your arms.

“I apologize, too, Melissa…”

Huh.

“These rivalries…I believe it’d be best to end them…” she forces out through gritted teeth.

Azul simply nods and the whole situation is awkward once again.

“Do we write up a treaty or something…” Taylor mumbles.

“I don’t know…”

“Just make up…I don’t want Shrimpy leaving…I like em too much for them to go. You’ll stay for me, yea?” Floyd pouts. He walks over to you and squeezes you tight enough to earn a pop out of your back.

“Floyd, now…I believe Y/N would appreciate to stay for my sake. After all, I provide them with their favorites and cheer them up, no?” Jade shakes his head, glaring at his brother.

“You two have got it all wrong. I’m the one who’s been supplying everything and keeping them close knit to us. You both are sorely mistaken. I believe Y/N will stay for my sake.” Azul pushes up his glasses. The twins share a quick glance, their gaze softening just slightly, betraying their hint of understanding.

“Mmm…me and Jade know how to share, ‘zul…Shrimpy likes us.” Floyd smirks at him, his teeth glinting with nothing but malice…

Taylor and Melissa go quiet and they understand the situation a little more now…

Maybe…these rivalries aren’t over just yet…not between businesses now, though.

Don’t ask me what happened while writing. I lost track of the damn thing and I just went with how my brain wanted it to end. There was barely any romance smh 😞 BUT IT DEVELOPED

I feel if I focused more on this then I would have wrote it out better, but I just like writing them to be funny :P

Mkay, I’m tired now…off to work on another thing HUZZAHHHH

Master List

Please don’t steal or copy any of my work! You may, however, reblog if you’d want to!

Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)

Also just to add this:

Discord Server: TWST HYPERFIXATION

(If I forget to update this link— I will— go to my pinned post, should be updated there…)

24 notes · View notes

ghostlyeggtart · 3 months ago

Text

Platonic Yandere Invincible (Part 2)

Other Parts: 1

Reader/OC swooping in to steal Nolan's place? 🤔 By this I mean trying to seduce Debbie and wife her up and then going to play catch with your new grown ahh son named Mark (Oliver too if it's that far into the timeline but tbh I think it's more interesting to explore the shock of someone trying to replace Nolan so soon after he left and tackling the challenges of that trust being betrayed).

The thing is though, I think this works so much better if reader is some OP species as well - but they're suuuper clueless about family structures etc. I imagine reader sees this strong young child who flies them (maybe looks a bit like them?) and sees that Mark doesn't have a dad. They could be that dad!! Theirs, he could be theirs! And then they find out this pretty lady is his mum so now they have to try and make the pretty lady like them and she's sooo pretty and reader is head over heels in love. Maybe they start working for Cecil or doing some pizza delivery job or even just superheroing on their own to "make money for Mark's college" which they probably got the idea of from Earth Television.

^ variant of that one: instead of making Reader/OC an enemy of Nolan (I mean Ur tryna replace the guy it's sort of inevitable) I think they should try and wife up Nolan too 🙂‍↕️

Oooh maybe the same sort of idea but OP reader wants to be Oliver's brother? I think the naivety of the reader character would shine through better if Oliver had to teach them things like "don't lick that melted ice cream off the floor" or "don't follow that strange man down that alley" and I think the platonic yandere aspect could go both ways here - the Grayson family could be overprotective and such over reader due to their naivety but the reader could see the Grayson family as "theirs" and be possessive and protective as well.

Teleporter child reader with Cecil - this one got really long so I made a separate post about this here

Okay okay, hear me out on this one: platonic yandere mark and darling! Variant mark (I'm thinking maybe maskless or just any one that seems a little more "docile"). So the idea behind this one is that maybe mark would see all these evil versions of him and snap. Maybe he comes across one of them ages later and it's just one, a bit more scared to wreck havoc maybe since there's no other evil variants around (fighting a whole world AND another you? With no back up or any safe place to rest? Kind of risky!) but still noticeably evil. What if he took them and forcibly tried to "reform" them. In a sort of "I know better than you listen to me" way. He declared himself their older brother, takes away their name and renames them something. If they try to fight back? He gets a bunch of people to dog pile variant mark and gets Cecil to put something in them.

"It's okay, big brother's just trying to do what best for you - you get it, right?"

Maybe they eventually give in, living this fake domestic life with our mark. Maybe try suit up again and help him. Maybe they start to forget their previous life - where they didn't play with their little brother or fly up to their big brother, hugging him once he got home from a big day of superheroing. Their mom (This isn't their mum, their mum was gone ages ago.) scolds them for flying and they sheepishly apologise.

"Big bro! Can we go play in Antarctica later?"

"Sure, why not! You've been good recently."

They were bad before but they're so, so good now - don't punish them, please?

Oooooh what about a kid with a curse similar to Dupli-Kate's or Multi-Paul's? Maybe it's a similar situation about a past family member, maybe they manages to make a magical being mad all on their own or maybe it's some entirely different set of circumstances - regardless, I imagine this kid would make their parents go mad as well, constantly making a mess, screaming, crying, the noise never stops and there's never a break. Anyone would go mad. Imagine the Cha family twins discover this, discover another family being torn apart, another child being condemned. Maybe they kidnap them (probably paul) or maybe they go to Cecil with demands (probably kate). Maybe they don't work together, keeping separate copies of the kid in their respective homes (constantly fighting over the original body). Maybe they prefer to be a parent or an older sibling figure. Their multiple clones would definitely help in taking care of the kid. Either way, I imagine that kid is going to stay with them, no matter what.

^ in the case that they do work together, maybe they get a huge warehouse or something that can hold all the clones, working together as a team to make sure both the heroes and villains stay way from the kid. Maybe they fight over how to raise them, too harsh, too vicious, too soft, too lenient. Arguments all the time but they make sure to hide it from the kid. Maybe this wasn't the best start to a childhood, but I imagine it's the best a cloning kid like this would get.

#invincible #platonic yandere #child reader #my stuff

28 notes · View notes

nonagesimus · 5 months ago

Text

OC Kiss Week Day 2 - First

Day two of OC Kiss Week with Rose Mercar and @classicleechaos's Ziva. (Ziva uses she/they pronouns so both are used interchangably for them in this fic).

Rose had known that moving to Minrathous, working with the Shadow Dragons on a deeper level, would be different than couriering messages around Vyrantium had been. She had maybe not expected that so much of it would be spent loitering in alleyways waiting for someone to say go.

At least this time she wasn’t alone.

Ziva was prowling back and forth around the entrance to the alleyway, it felt like watching one of the big cats that roamed the plains, all ease and coiled power. They’d met at the Swan the night before, mainly just affirming timelines and meeting spots for the job itself. Making sure they both knew who they were working with, iron out any potential creases in the plan ahead of time. Rose had been to a few similar meetings since she’d come to the city. And it had started off normal enough, they’d gone through the plan point by point, Ziva had been caustic but thorough, and Rose had felt like everything was completely normal right up until they were finishing up and she’d been pinned into place with a razor-sharp smile.

“And if everything tomorrow unfolds as pretty as you, ma chère, we’ll be off to the races.”

And then they’d left before Rose could even process.

They’d met up, taken up their watch positions, and Ziva hadn’t acted like anything had happened at all, and Rose was left with her mind spinning out.

As if they were listening, Ziva glanced back towards her and said, “You’re more nervous today than you were last night.”

The tone wasn’t disapproving but she felt herself bristling regardless.

“We’re probably going to see a lot more action today than we did last night.”

“Only if things go wrong,” they said, cheerfully.

It was true. They were a distraction more than anything else. The Shadow Dragons had a lot of escape routes through the city; Rose and Ziva were there to ensure that no one followed down any of them. Magic was a big and obvious and gave them an edge that would keep them ahead of anyone chasing them. Hopefully. If things stayed at the level of attention they were expecting. For some reason Rose felt like there was a spotlight shining down on her, but she didn’t think that was anything more than just… The situation at hand.

“You’re new to Minrathous, no?” Ziva asked.

Part of Rose wanted to bristle again but she fought it down, just said, “I’ve learned the routes,” in an even tone of voice.

Maybe she was overthinking.

“I’m sure,” Ziva said, “I’m not from this sac à foutre city either, you may have noticed.”

Rose hummed an acknowledgment. The Orlesian accent had kind of given it away.

“I’ve studied our routes as well, of course,” Ziva said, “But I was wondering which of us could offer to show the other one around.”

Rose felt herself flush. “Well, that’s. I mean.”

“It sounds like that is not an option,” she continued, “We’ll just have to find something else to do.”

“We should focus,” Rose said, trying to breath through the heat on her face.

Ziva glanced over at her, the corner of mouth curling up. “Of course, ma chère.”

But she did back off a little. Rose was left waiting, wondering if she was glad the conversation hadn’t continued or hoping for it to start again. After a while she had to admit that at least the nerves about the job itself had passed by the wayside, all of a sudden it felt like everything in her was hyperaware of what Ziva was doing. Which was mostly not much; still just keeping up a steady watch at the mouth of the alley.

Right up until they stood a little straighter and murmured, “The ship has come in.”

Rose perked up, slipped closer to her. “Anything out of place?”

“Hm.” Ziva shifted their weight, head tilting a little as they studied the scene. “Bad timing. There’s a guard patrol. Looks like we’ll be up soon.”

“I’m ready.”

“Of course you are,” Ziva looked up at her, eyes bright. “I’ll tell you when to move.”

Rose nodded, eased closer so she was right behind them, one hand already on her spellblade. Ziva’s attention had turned back to the docks. She felt her heart start to beat harder, her muscles tense. She was hyperaware of every sound floating through the air.

“The extraction team is about to go,” Ziva said. Then, “They’re on the move.” They turned to look at Rose, still right behind them, leant up and pressed their lips to hers so briefly it felt like just a flash of warmth, and said, “Lets go.”

After which it was a lot of running, and throwing up big flares of light, and walls of ice, leading the guards on a merry chase so the other dragons could get out clean. Eventually they got clear themselves, enough time gone that everyone else should be home safe, while the two of them panted in a hidden corner of the catacombs.

“What was that?” Rose said, trying her best to sound accusing instead of just breathless from the running.

Ziva had a pleased looking smile on her face as she said, “What was what?”

“You kissed me,” she said, At the worst possible moment—“

“Was it the worst possible moment, ma chère?” Ziva asked, stepping a little closer, making Rose’s breath catch. “It was barely a peck. I just wanted to make sure you had proper motivation to get out of there.”

“Proper motivation,” Rose started, but whatever she was about to say got cut off by Ziva’s hand raising to slide into her hair, curls twisting around her fingers.

Ziva leaned closer, nodding, a smug little smile on her face, and tugged Rose down to kiss her again. It was slower, this time, her lips moving soft over Rose’s. The hand in hair tilted her head as the kiss deepened, Ziva’s tongue gentle on her upper lip before slipping into her mouth. Rose’s hands flitted to her waist, almost scared to touch until Ziva’s other hand came up to rest on her neck. She hooked one of her fingers into Ziva’s belt and slid the other to the small of her back, needed something to hold onto.

When the kiss ended she was breathless for a very different reason.

“I think that went well, don’t you?” Ziva asked, though it didn’t seem like she wanted an answer. “I say we go for a drink to celebrate and hope to work together again soon, no?”

#ockiss25 #rose mercar #ziva mercar #my fic #leant into THEM kissing for the first time rather than actual first kisses

25 notes · View notes

noperopesaredope · 4 months ago

Text

Stupid Jedi & Clone OC Concept

I mentioned this in the tags of a different post, but I thought it deserved its own, much more fleshed out post.

Jedi Master Lonsnek Kathiss

Master Kathiss is a wise and friendly slightly older jedi who appears to be some sort of draconic sea serpent, but about the size of a smaller boa constrictor. He is perfectly capable of speaking common and has even created methods of using his lightsaber, but still faces difficulties due to being, well, a snake.

His first introduction to his men was...interesting, to say the least, with may being a bit surprised and caught off guard by his appearance. A lot of the younger ones didn't even realize he was their general at first (most of the shinies don't), and were extremely mortified when they realized he was their boss.

However, Kathiss was patient about it every single time, aware that while they were all strong and determined fighters and not naive to the horrors of war, the clones were a bit sheltered when it came to the greater world and lacked experience/knowledge in multiple areas (one of my favorite headcanons is that the clones never had sex-ed, so they have no idea how any of that works).

He is extremely insightful when it comes to the clones as a whole, seeing their existence and treatment as extremely tragic. While he isn't extremely old, he does tend to see a lot of the clones as being relatively young, especially when the war first starts (after all, even the oldest clones were only developmentally 20 at the beginning).

Thus he tries to be kind to them while still focusing on his job. While he isn't quite like Plo Koon and doesn't get close to that many of his troopers, he has a slightly similar internal attitude, he just doesn't express it too openly.

Kathiss is generally a pretty playful and lighthearted man, which made some of his troopers even more awkward initially, but they eased up to it, and even began joking back. He also has a more unconventional fighting style and strategy, but they've learned to trust him and his weird plans overtime.

The small issue with Kathiss as a leader is that he can be unintentionally cryptic or forget to explain certain things, like if he explains his plan through a reference or quick metaphor, and then forgets to clarify what the heck he is talking about. His troops have overtime realized that when he says something weird, there is a lot more to it, they just need to remind him to elaborate a bit.

Overall, while things were a bit awkward at first, he eventually gained the respect of his men, especially watching him look out for all of them and leading the frontlines with intense gusto and energy. He is a highly respected general, which can be a little bit funny at times, especially when someone meets him without knowing about him beforehand. I honestly might make another Jedi OC who is just one of those little Ghibli fox-squirrels whose men are incredibly loyal to him. It would be so iconic, especially if he can't speak Basic and they all need to quickly learn his language. I'll write the rest down later.

Commander Pillar

First getting his name after managing to hold up a collapsing roof for an entire minute and thus saving the entire group he was with. Many see his name as being very fitting, with him being stable and determined, ready to lift others up and support them, and not breaking down under pressure. However, not many see the slightly awkward and unsure person underneath. Pillar is a strong leader who is good at getting people's respect, but he internally tends to doubt his plans and strategies, second guessing himself frequently.

He also initially felt weird and uncomfortable around his new general, not sure how to react to Kathiss' less humanoid form. He tried his best to remain professional, but felt slightly awkward about it, especially when other commanders asked what his Jedi was like. He was secretly a little embarrassed, but would scold himself for it since that was his superior officer and he shouldn't think those thoughts. His mind and relationship with Kathiss would change and evolve overtime, but it initially started with some one-sided tension.

Gradual Friendship

There were quite a few points where Kathiss honestly could not do something on his own or was too short to get somewhere, and Pillar would eventually ask him if he needed help. So Pillar had to lift up the general multiple times. There was one moment where Kathiss needed to yell at someone for a minute, but after a minute or two of yelling, he got tired of having to look up at them (plus it’s a bit hard to take him serious when he’s not at eye level), and he frustratedly asked Pillar if he could hold Kathiss at eye level. Pillar hesitated before doing so, in which the general proceeded to continue yelling at the person.

Overtime, they got to a point where, if Kathiss needed to talk to another at eye-level, he could ask Pillar to pick him up, to which the commander would do so. It became common enough for them to eventually develop a quick signal.

During one mission, Pillar, Kathiss, and some men needed to navigate an area that required human feet, and Kathiss couldn't slither for this one. So, they solved the problem by having Pillar carry Kathiss on his shoulders, since that’s the best position for him to be held.

They navigated through this place for about 2 hours, and afterwards, they honestly forgot that they didn't need to do it anymore, so Kathiss was on Pillar’s shoulders for almost the entire mission. They only remembered when they got back on the ship and went into a meeting with another Jedi and Commander, and the other Jedi commented on it.

Pillar and Kathiss both looked at each other and have this brief exchange:

“Do you need to be put down, General?”

“No, this is more convenient, honestly. Are you okay with it?”

“I’m comfortable with it.”

“Okay, then.” (Kathiss looks back to the other Jedi) “We’re fine like this.”

They then continued the rest of their day like that, and most of the others only briefly questioned it before deciding to just ignore it. So whenever they were off the field or not in the heat of battle, Kathiss would usually be sitting on Pillar’s shoulders, which was honestly convenient since it’s at eye level and they would be around each other a lot anyway. Everyone got used to it rather quickly, or at least all of their legion did.

They kind of became friends overtime, with Kathiss offering Pillar bits of wisdom and important life lessons, and Pillar becoming incredibly loyal to his general. Kathiss would assure Pillar and prevent him from spiraling, and Pillar would defend Kathiss against any slights or disparaging remarks regarding his appearance and status as a non-humanoid.

The Inhibitor Chip

Commander Pillar managed to get his chip taken out almost completely by accident. During a mission, Pillar, two soldiers, and a medic were all separated from the group due to an ambush splitting everyone up. The ambush involved a large number of bombs being dropped on them in the middle of an evacuated city, causing walls to fall and dividing the group into different areas.

Pillar had a large piece of shrapnel in his skull that managed not to kill him, but was incredibly dangerous nonetheless, and the medic, Steed, needed to take it out as soon as possible. Steed still had some supplies on him, so he and the two other soldiers found a damaged ship with some space for surgery, then conducted it there.

The shrapnel was lodged right near where Pillar’s chip was, so Steed assumed that it was another piece of shrapnel and didn’t take time to observe it or look at it too closely, simply throwing it away with the rest. Miraculously, Pillar survived the surgery, and they were all quickly rescued. Nobody ever really found out or realized Pillar’s chip had been taken out due it never being reported, as again, they thought it was just a bit of shrapnel, and they didn’t even realize there were any chips in the first place.

Order 66

When Order 66 happened, Pillar at first tried to order the troopers to stand down, but they refused, as the chips had already kicked in for most of them. Due to already holding the general, Pillar was able to run with Kathiss on his shoulders. The two of them made a plan to fake their own deaths while hiding from the others in an abandoned building. Pillar had some leftover bombs, so he stripped away his armor (with Kathiss also placing his robes next to it, then planted the bombs and ran out of the building before they detonated, resulting in that portion of the building collapsing on that spot. The mind-controlled troopers found the “remains” and presumed them dead.

Right before the bombs detonated, Pillar (with Kathiss still on his shoulders) managed to sneakily scale the side of a cliff nearby and climb into the woods. They luckily managed to find a ship which had crashed nearby, but was still somehow usable, and quickly fled the planet.

Post Order 66

The duo decided to go to Kathiss’ home planet, since they were unlikely to be discovered there. It was a mostly swamp-like planet and on the outer edges of the galaxy. They were taken in by some old friends Kathiss had made when he visited once, and after eventually learning about what happened to the other Jedi, Kathiss felt forced to leave behind his old life. They both did. So they decided to follow the dreams they had if they weren’t in the Order or the GAR.

Kathiss found a mate, and the pair had kids, while Pillar settled down nearby, becoming a woodworker since the village needed one, and he found woodcarving to be fun. Plus, creating things like homes and tools and furniture and whatnot felt nice to him. Kathiss and his mate soon had a clutch of 5 eggs, two years after Order 66 first occurred. Pillar was basically declared the godfather and vowed to help raise them, since it takes a village to raise a clutch of eggs.

Pillar was nervous about the idea of being involved since he didn’t know what the babies would be like, but he quickly grew to adore them. All of them were extremely happy and at peace. Sadly, half a year after the babies were born, the Empire came knocking. They had found Kathiss, and they killed him while fatally injuring his mate. Pillar had been babysitting the babies, and Kathiss’ mate managed to escape to his house nearby, told him what happened and that he needed to run away with the babies, then died. Pillar listened to her, scooped all the baby serpents up, and escaped using the old ship he and Kathiss came to the planet with.

Pillar, a bit paranoid, decided they needed to flee from planet to planet, and he raised the babies as his own, doing odd jobs and getting them a bigger ship to live in together.

~~~~~~

Might make a follow-up post talking about the snake kids and their clone dad, since I think it would be fun to explore. Definitely want to make some art of Pillar and Kathiss, though.

Hope you like these two and this storyline concept!

24 notes · View notes

swoo0zy · 10 months ago

Note

I think Star and Wander would be just as frustrated w/ each other as Wander was with Dom in s2, if not more. Ostensibly, they share the same goals so theoretically it shouldn't be too hard for one to get thru to the other. Problem is, both Wander and Star are very stubborn irt their views and what they think is the right way to go about things. Granted, with s3 being about testing Wander, he likely would've started to question his beliefs abit and eventually become not as stubborn with his views, especially considering Dom blunty turning down his offer of redemption/friendship at the end of s2. Maybe Star would've had a similar arc? What do you think ?

YEAH !!!!!! YEAH LITERALLY !!!!! thx for asking! big oc infodump incoming

thats exactly what ive been thinking of, like SFEF honestly have the universe's best interest in mind. they motivate their actions on the belief that they're right n they're genuinely doing good by freeing galaxies of villains, even if it's in frankly cruel ways n their definition of what is "good" n what is "evil" is extremely black n white n divided. they are the always the good guys n others r the bad guys who are inherently fundamentally evil n dangerous n deserve every terrible thing in the world to happen to them (that worldview is basically exactly what leads to the dehumanization of villains in their eyes n that is what makes it rlly easy for them to do what they do cuz they don't view villains as actual ppl with their own motivations n reasoning but as a disembodied force to be defeated).

star, who is the perfect guy to represent SFEF's beliefs n ideals (like he genuinely does not question them in the slightest he accepts their worldview as his own to the point his self-identity is tied directly to SFEF. the way he goes about fulfilling his duty is sort of tainted by his own personal wants n opinions sometimes, that's why sugar n ultra r there to level it out, but at the core he operates on the same logic as SFEF do, underneath all of their inspiring slogans n speeches of their righteous mission), is also the perfect guy to serve as a contrast to wander. star is literally like helplessness-less wander from the wanders episode. we only got to see him once in the show n the only thing he did was do a cool pose n explain his worldview, so star is basically what would happen if he got to act upon n actively spread his ideology — if wander had to face against someone w his own discarded belief n prove not just to himself but to literally the entire galaxy that it is not the answer

i feel like wander would be absolutely delighted to see SFEF show up at first. new people in the galaxy, and they're here to help, and they're really good at their job and others seem to really like them — this is basically like the hot shot episode situation. but then as their mission goes on hed begin to recognize their approach is flawed AS HELL — hed get that ideological ick from them. the problem is — he's the only one. post-dominator, after his pacifistic approach didn't work and dominator turned out to be an irredeemable sadist who could've only been stopped by force, the yonder galaxy would sorta start questioning wander n be more willing to side w SFEF n their more forceful methods. maybe that would even include sylvia, give her a bit of an arc — ofc shed still stay w wander n in the end shed support him, but judging by her character i feel like she wouldn't be opposed to a team of good guys who stop villains by force instead of trying to befriend them. even if she started warming up to peepers a lot n even cheered for hater in the end of the galaxy, she still doesn't seem to fully agree w wander on the sentiment that villains can be redeemed (quite paradoxical considering she was a redeemed "bad guy". wonder where that stems from). i think an arc of her coming to her own conclusion that wander really is right abt that instead of just going along w all his plans throughout all s3 would do her pretty well. so there goes the testing wander part. no matter how confident in ur own righteousness u are, if literally the entire galaxy rejects ur worldview u can't help but start to question it. that might even work to wander's benefit in a way, cuz his approach admittedly is still kinda flawed, so starting to question it might in the end make it more nuanced n balanced instead — curiously, what tries to break him ends up helping him in its own way. in the end it'd all probably come around to a big epic wander win n a great philosophical conclusion abt pacifism n what is good n evil n how too drenched in nuance everything actually is to apply such simple black n white logic to it. idk exactly how it'll happen but thats how i imagine it

now this part is curious, cuz smth needs to happen to SFEF after they lose right? now um the best outcome would be to show the entire bigass intergalactic SFEF organization the error of their ways so they can use their influence n power for something better — but idk how to actually come to it, cuz it's quite the feat.

what is a bit less of a feat is to redeem just star sugar n ultra in the end. ultra has her own arc going on of gaining conscience n beginning to question SFEF's ways by virtue of their beliefs being programmed into her, n the very act of her gaining free thought goes directly against her programming. so she doesn't have a brainwashed stupidass little head like how star does, which makes it just the tiniest bit easier. wander would come in super handy as a guy who showed an alternative to loyal to their authority soldiers/robots at least two times before. now i just dont know if i should let ultra have her happy ending or give her the beep boop treatment, inevitably shut down for good or sent back to be reset back to her factory settings the moment she stops being convenient to the cause or even worse tries to sabotage it. hard choice

sugar... sugar is a bit of a pickle. they dont go against SFEF but they don't exactly support it either. u see their species — bonbons — due to their physiological advantages, r rlly convenient for SFEF to hire. theyre almost impossible to hurt, have the ability to regenerate, can shift shape freely n can solidify or liquify their body's consistency at will. so basically SFEF practically has control over their homeplanet, in the cultural n societal sense. working for SFEF is like the go-to career there — kinda like the military if they payed better n also didn't endanger ur life so much. so sugar isn't there out of some righteous desire to save the universe, or for glory, or out of obligation — theyre basically there for the bag. its like a 9 to 5 to them. a circumstance. that attitude is outrageous, but that's the point — sugar is rlly detached from reality. they just go w the flow. they dont want to think too hard about the cause theyre contributing to. they dont want to think of the fact their actions have consequences. they dont want to take the lead of their own life. n since they leave it up for grabs SFEF is happy to accept the offer. in order for sugar to have an arc of abandoning SFEF n growing as a person they need something DRASTICCCC to happen, put them in a situation where they have no choice but to take action n actually pick a side. to commit. idk how that'd happen but it would be great trust 🙏🙏

now star. heheheheheh. until just recently i actually didnt even consider a character arc for him. hes a stubborn self-assured delusional fucking blockhead who would rather kill himself than admit he's wrong. i felt like just keeping him that way cuz i didnt see how wander would be able to make him reconsider that wout it feeling forced. but then it came to me, that if there's anything he believes to be as correct as himself — its SFEF. like ive said SFEF is basically tied into his self image now. every "I'm not wrong" automatically translates into "SFEF isn't wrong" n vice versa. n now — what if those sentiments weren't just separated but directly put against eachother, one or the other inevitably false. what if SFEF fired him. its their big final loss, star is forced to admit defeat, mark the end of their mission in the yonder galaxy n just come back to the main SFEF station empty handed. but they don't even let him do that. they just fire him. he fucked up his first mission in a relatively small galaxy that was literally almost wiped out by a huge threat beforehand — like it was perfect picking n he fucked that up. he proved himself worthless n hes not rlly important enough to deserve a second chance from them, they can fire him n literally nothing would change (a big shocker for star who genuinely thought he was all that. in reality they didn't even hire him in the first place cuz of his skills or something — it was because he looked like their mascot 😭 ofc going up the SFEF career ladder to the point they oh so generously allow him to lead a mission took him a lot of effort. but in the end he's just another easily replaceable cog in the machine. he refused to see that until now. he was like the biggest SFEF d-rider ever n he naively thought he meant something in return, that his efforts would pay off, that he'd be recognized for how absolutely jawdroppingly cool n awesome he is, that he has some worth to them — but he doesn't). n so something that was a big part of him, something he built his identity on, now leaves him on the side of the road. n it creates a huge dissonance — n he can't figure out whether he's wrong for fucking up n being a fucking loser or they're wrong for firing him, cuz both of those r thoughts he refused to even consider before. now probably for the first time in his life he's forced to come face to face w the fact he failed, in a way he can't brush off or takw himself back from after. to make matters worse he's basically homeless now lmao cuz he used to live on the SFEF spaceship station until they fired him n he cant come back to his parents house cuz that's the most shameful humiliating shit ever to him n hed rather kill himself than let his parents know the fucking SFEF fired his ass cuz its kinda a big deal 👍 n so there goes wonder — @catfacedcat's oc

some exposition so wonder is a criminal who keeps getting away n hes basically like stars arch nemesis n they also have a bit of a Thing going on. toxic yaoi situationship. now to star wonder was like. a spot on his squeaky clean self image. falling for a criminal n ur enemy is basically... a flaw. a weakness. an inevitable loss n stuff. actually there was smth rlly good that came out of it, interacting w wonder a lot n warming up to him made star question a bit maybe he's not such a fundamentally evil terrible badguy after all. like "maybe nuance is real n bad ppl r still ppl hmmm ☝️☝️ nah no way" or whatever. so what i mean to say is star is at the lowest of the lows rn right. this is that inevitable loss. hes the spot on his own made up image of himself that he couldn't live up to. so he goes to the guy who he feels he belongs w most now — wonder. belongs not in a romantic sense(ok maybe a romantic sense too) but in a "ure the only person im vaguely close to who i feel like could look me in the eyes rn simultaneously the only person id let see me cuz the very act of me feeling anything towards u was already a step so low for me that begging u to let me stay w u doesn't even feel like going much lower. anyway so can u let me in ure my only hope 🥺" sense. so he just stands outside of wonders car cuz wonder doesnt even have a fucking house either, holding a cardboard box w 3 shirts 10 ties n a cactus, completely drenched out in the rain probably fell in a fucking puddle on the way. n i feel like he doesn't even expect him to open the door. n wonder wouldn't really be to blame if he didn't like things r rlly complicated between them. + she alr has to share her stupid broken ass car w her coolioburger 4yo kid (big shoutout to woopa) like be so fr rn. but hed probably let star in anyway n they just sit there rlly awkwardly n avoid eye contact. basically a huge humbling experience for star that is sure to kickstart a character arc of reconsidering things n becoming a better person n stuff 👍 all because of yaoi

big shoutout to my frjends for this one fr stars arc was like a group project

#woy #woy oc #woy ocs #pbj

36 notes · View notes